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

#NaPoWriMo A Poem 'bout Jesus

A Poem 'bout Jesus

Unconditional love and being perfect 

will have you fucked up out here

Cause I love you unconditionally 

I have never bled this deep

never hit this hard

ugh

in my gut

over the top of my head

hit

knocked down

in the street

blood in my eyes

pushed down

choked of breath

cold blooded

stabbed in my side

nailed down and hoisted up

bullet holes

don’t burn like this

again and again

You kill me

because I love you

Just want to love you

You

burn me from my inside

my heart stops

and I die

but i’ll be back and you still won’t love me.

#NaPoWriMo if you knew me

if you knew me

if you knew me

then you could see me torn down

and rebuilding

you could see my feet planted

and jaw squared

and know I ain’t taking this

sitting down

you would see me rise.

#NaPoWriMo dead nig music

dead nig music

we shout these nigger

chants

like they black power anthems

like

i use my bitch like an atm card

like bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks

in love with the coco

like nigga you aint on my level

we killin ourselves

because our words are magic

have weight

we run this motherfucker

but we don’t know it

can’t see it

nigger music is full of death

and dead niggers

and bitches

and killers of niggers and black bitches

we commit to death

celebrate and toast to it

the darkness

but really we full of light

and mirth

the blues

gospel

psalms

..searching for Black Jesus

#NaPoWriMo beat me 11/30

beat me

you beat me

like hot steel

raw material. ore

refined. pounded into shape

sharp.shift

change I can

i am.

have to

change

#NaPoWriMo Springtime 13/30

Springtime

There are many, tiny pieces of your story. I find them scattered, written on fragments of speech, the way you time you take to talk.

 I pick up these small pieces, palm to pocket, and put them together in the quiet times we string together.

The sugar in your sweet smile, the smell of you on my hands, I sift you through my fingers....
I want to cast the stars around you and watch as the clouds gather at your feet.
I want to lay around and hold you the way the rivers wind themselves through the mountains.
You are my springtime...this is the season of renewal.

Black Love on Fire

Black love, on fire
Burns brightest
And then sputters
fails. Needs constant jumpstarts.

Needs nursing sometimes beyond reason.

Swaddling sometimes baby steps...

And then falling

Get back up. Don't quit ever.

Not so many weekend getaways we had
Very few rose petals
But we say yes to lots of bacon and grits

To bedtime bowls and cheerios

We lost that
Now just weary and tired of
Too many lies and secrets and
Non prioritization

Too much rage and fear
Not enough time for redemption
Time and time again
Violation
Foul
No and no and no
Too many negatives

A old jawn from 1994

Today's selection is a poem I wrote in the early spring of 1994, right around the time my son Aaron was born. I was coming from work downtown and I had just been paid. There was a lady drugged out of her mind on the L train going west. She had an open purse full of money and she was gone somewhen else. It was so cliche it was must have been a set up, except for no self respecting cop would let their undercover alter ego get that grimy. Wasn't no Philly white chick going to sign up to look methed out. She was just an old withered dope fiend about to get robbed. I feel bad now, I should have had more compassion, but back then I was just young and still very angry. I thought I was evolved, and in many ways I was, but I couldn't see white supremacy the way I do now. I had no compassion for her condition. All I saw was a doped out white lady on the train on her way into the hood.

White Lady On the "L"

Head back mouth wide open.

gaping tongue

and palate drying

open for my inspection

breasts sagging in polyesyterorangething.

cheap industrial denim covering withered muscles and cellulite

head back eyes fluttering

a mind diverted by some chemical/no substance

Pale white skin draped in drabness

on the "el"an elevated invasion of West Philly

purse wide open high. O.

She better be glad i'm not broke or mad today

download

download

i download distraction
pump up the volume another
7 decibels
fall into place
the space between
nuh-uh and non belief
impossible to disbelieve
just have faith
in the Force
im a Jedi Master
this I feel
the sun
runners
running on organics
i catch flights of fancy

caffeine
i drink

nonstop
got no time to stop

just pause on the road

my destination is as yet
unwritten