"tonedeaf" poems
hummmm-
its there in her head, never ending, tonedeaf, dead
it buzzes without pause
it dims the yellow sneaking out of the small lamp by the side of her twin bed
on it she sits wearing nothing but covers, and the one bracelet made by her lover
it is silence, but it is so loud
the digital 2-4-2 stares at her as it has for what seems like hours
is it in her head, beneath her matted hair?
or outside behind the dark curtains?
with every bit that still exists, she shuts her eyes to sleep, counting each and every awkward sheep
if boredom has a voice
it is here now with a hum, talking from the deep
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
I saw a sky
slate grey- clear
but for
clouds that
wanted away-
drift listless
I thought of death
under a sun
unconcerned
and I breathless
I fear silence
between you
and I, tonedeaf
I sing
this, my melody.
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 8:23 PM UTC
Blackness has nothing to do with how I walk or talk
We may have those things in common
Blackness has nothing to do with what I consume
Though we may have those things in common
Blackness has nothing to do with who I vote for
Or who I date
Black is a color
Nothing more
Nothing less
Born with the right to express myself on any human level
On any side of the wide spectrum
One of many who has walked this earth to witness the misled tonedeaf who in recent history call themselves white
Who oddly believe that they are called right
And at the right place & time
I will be wrong.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 7:46 PM UTC