This is a love poem
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Hi Beautiful People,
Not much to say here, but the book is done and ready for you. I hope you like it. It's been a crazy journey to this point. I'm excited to see what's next.
Peace and Love,
M
Hi Beautiful People,
Not much to say here, but the book is done and ready for you. I hope you like it. It's been a crazy journey to this point. I'm excited to see what's next.
Peace and Love,
M
Thursday, July 2, 2015
Yo this is a real thing
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Bleed
Bleed
We Bad
Ruffle feathers like bad weather
We young stormclouds
Dark on the horizon
Bad news
Niggas want to rumble real bad
Our blood be boiling
Be wanting to
Lock hands
Put it on somebody
We really want to fuck some stuff up
But what is that gon’ do?
How we gon’ handle this?
Blood gon’ be shed
Somebody going to jail
And Somebody else going to the hospital
Stab wounds, gunshots, take a long time to heal
But not as long as our spirits will take
Spirits will long remember
What these feet and fists feel like
Balled up made hard for contact against soft flesh
We will long remember what it feels like to have stomach folded over feet
Head buzzing
Blood in our mouths
Ears and face hot
So damn hot
Our spirits will not forget
This violence, this basic betrayal
Of what is best about us
Why we forgot how to come back from the place
Where our words don’t work
So we ride back to the words on one anothers’ pain
And so it goes:
“Bleed nigga bleed! Bleed nigga, nigga bleed! Nigga Bleed till you and I die. Nigga bleed till we die. Nigga bleed”
Nigga, I want you to bleed for me,
Your blood sacrifice is going to be my penance,
You on the cross me for me and everybody like me.
I need to forget so I am going to make you bleed
I am going to take it out on your flesh
Until I can’t shoot no more
Until I can’t beat you no more
Until you can’t breathe no more
We Bad
Ruffle feathers like bad weather
We young stormclouds
Dark on the horizon
Bad news
Niggas want to rumble real bad
Our blood be boiling
Be wanting to
Lock hands
Put it on somebody
We really want to fuck some stuff up
But what is that gon’ do?
How we gon’ handle this?
Blood gon’ be shed
Somebody going to jail
And Somebody else going to the hospital
Stab wounds, gunshots, take a long time to heal
But not as long as our spirits will take
Spirits will long remember
What these feet and fists feel like
Balled up made hard for contact against soft flesh
We will long remember what it feels like to have stomach folded over feet
Head buzzing
Blood in our mouths
Ears and face hot
So damn hot
Our spirits will not forget
This violence, this basic betrayal
Of what is best about us
Why we forgot how to come back from the place
Where our words don’t work
So we ride back to the words on one anothers’ pain
And so it goes:
“Bleed nigga bleed! Bleed nigga, nigga bleed! Nigga Bleed till you and I die. Nigga bleed till we die. Nigga bleed”
Nigga, I want you to bleed for me,
Your blood sacrifice is going to be my penance,
You on the cross me for me and everybody like me.
I need to forget so I am going to make you bleed
I am going to take it out on your flesh
Until I can’t shoot no more
Until I can’t beat you no more
Until you can’t breathe no more
Sunday, June 7, 2015
Hopeful-A Poem for Right Now
Hopeful
Stay up, Stay Fresh, Keep it cool and Stay alive
And
Breathin
Believe
We Can
Hope
We Will
Change
The Future
Is yet unwritten
But
We got the pen in our hands
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
The Breath
The Breath
I thank God for breath
Each single breath is a blessing
Every breath can be a curse
or formed into a confession
Every single inhale the answer
Every exhale the question
Each day I rise, prepared for the testing
Each night I lay down committed to the questing
Each day I rise, prepared for the next session
Breathe in deeply
Let it out slowly
This defeats the stressing
With each breath, I am closer to the real me manifesting
Monday, May 25, 2015
I Am Because We Are
I Am Because We Are
Beautiful
Amazing
Glorious
Together
In Love
I Am Because We Are
not ever alone
never again
I was created for you
and you for me
We have become One
Wherever you go
There I am also
And this is not the beginning
or the end of anything
just a continuation
of what has always been
This will always be
We have been preparing for this
our whole lives
I Am Because We Are
devoted, deserving, amazing, beautiful
together and in love
I Am Because We Are
All that I am is committed to you
We are on the Golden Path
living our purpose in Divine Light
I Am Because We Are
in The Ideal State
completely surrounded by Love
I Am Because We Are
completely unafraid
to face anything
so long as it is together
that we face it
And it is this love,
this beautiful perfect Love
that has carried us
from the High Places
of our far off Homeland
Across the oceans into the cotton fields and cities of this new
land
and will carry us hand in hand
to our Golden Future
I Am Because We Are
Beautiful
Amazing
Precious
Complete
Together
In Love
Monday, May 18, 2015
pictures and such
Poem for young strugglers
A poem for young strugglers
This is not the first time we have thrown rocks and black
bodies
At blood enemies
this is not the first time we have martyred our young
this is not the first time we have martyred our young
We have joined hands and hearts many times to fight this
We have marched
Bloody feet
Hands
Heads
From batons and bullets
In our young minds we forget
That we have done this before
Our old minds want to forget the pain of police batons
And dog bites
The sting of tear gas and the stench that never leaves your
clothes
We want to forget the hate that burns us
The crosses burning on lawns
The men swinging from trees
Black bodies put on the line again and again
for what?
What are we fighting for?
Before we have burned
Bombed Black Wall Street
Bombed W. Philly
Bombed W. Philly
We have burned down Detroit
Watts
Watts
Long and hot summers
Why are they burning down their own neighborhoods?
Burn your cages, burn your cells, burn it all
But when you are finished burning
Be ready and willing, be able to build something new
that works
They/We are purging and burning the things you use to suck
our blood
Burn the likker stores
The dollar stores
Check cashing
Smoke shops
Burn the mfs that put little girls on the ho stroll
And the ones that sell rocks to who ever has the money
Burn them too
Burn the shit that does not serve you
But be willing and ready to create something that does
Burn the whole thing
Be willing to sacrifice to get something better
We are.
We have
They say….pull yourself up by your bootstraps
But I have no boots
So I grab my ankles
And you fuck me
We made a mistake by not leaving this land to you
We keep saying we spilled blood here, we fought and died for
this
But would the people we came from have done that?
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
doors. a poem for Baltimore and everywhere els
they say
we brought you here to work!
This place is not yours
all fancy free
busy shutting doors
so I knock and I wait
patiently and kindly while
you have your debate
“should we?”
some say
“nay”
say others
meanwhile, we are hungry
myself, my sisters and brothers
so I knock again
this time, a little more strength
the man answered the door
looking quite tense
“Um, please go stand over there and mind that fence”
“I guess you’ve been here for a while with me...how about twopence?”
I wait and I watch
but the door remains closed
Now the windows are shut.
I go back and I pound
The door opens a crack and out come the hounds
They tear at me
I run and then I attack
I’ve had enough of knocking politely on closed doors.
I’ve had enough of this wait to get what is mine.
I’m not tricked your sweet talks, the bribes, the lines.
I’ve put away distractions, the weed, the women, the sweet sweet wine.
Why do you treat me this way?
I know it’s because I am Black.
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
#NaPoWriMo "Divine Formulation"
If women=time
and
time=$$
and
$$ is the root of all evil....
but
i know
God=Love
and
Love=Mama
then
Mama=God
and
time=$$
and
$$ is the root of all evil....
but
i know
God=Love
and
Love=Mama
then
Mama=God
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