There is nothing
more worthy
of noting
then meeting
and knowing
a woman
empowered.

Eyes sparkling
with passions,
stirring
conversations,
discovering
nations
of new ideas,
the poetry of
a soul
that reveals
new ways to
think and feel.

The strength
of experiences
translated
into
a brand new
pre-used
world view,
transcribed
behind eyes
that do more
than merely
entice
but enchant
and expand
what we
understand.

Myths take
mistakes
humans make
and elevates
them to
proportions
we can view
from history’s
fictionally
inflated
perspective.

I’m not a prodigal prodigy,
just a product of
the poetry I read
and love.

I'd like to tell the police
to stop helping these
people into an early grave,
considering they were the ones
cops are supposedly paid to save.

I don't need any emotion regulator.
I am the poetic pain appropriator
reading stories and saving
the suffering for later
to share with my fellow agitators
and other hopeful aspiring humans.

I just ain’t feeling it,
dealing with the *******
of cops profiling
black people driving
or just walking
and killing them.


Taking less than
minutes,
and stealing
lifetimes,
building
fields of
lost ones
who were
and still are
loved.

Why?

Because?

What?

I am data driven,
taking in
information
all the time.

Spewing
pretty but
polluted
perspectives.

Looking for
new directions,
and mind blowing
paradigms.
Then changing them
with the changing times.

More books,
audio, paper,
digital, hard bound.

More shows,
and music
so I can use it
for my own artistic
development.

Keeping going.
No settling
or finally letting
the sediment
under the water
stop moving.

I need constant
electrical currents,
cause if I slow down
then I will have to
face the sound of my
own unsettling thoughts.