Black Love on Fire

This is a love poem

dead ngr music

A poem about Hip Hop

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

#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.

Ferguson

my beautiful black people

Hope Lynn Murphy Hoover "Old Black Lady" 1986

we could right now be in our springtime

we could be spinning magic from starlight

making love with sunshine

could be dancing on the Moon and Mars,

mapping Venus

mining Saturn

could be up

several clouds above this life

standing high

we could be shining

we could be at the end of our long hot summer here

in America

but nigga

instead we here dealing with this bullshit

we in August

and it’s hotter than ever

niggas is getting dropped

deader than flies

po animals

got more rights than us

1415-”When yall first started fucking with us”

1619-“Dragged us to this side coz yall was greedy and lazy”

1700’s-”White folks, stealing and killing”

1865-”Fought a whole war just so you could hold people in slavery”

1965-”Hundred years after the war, we still fighting yall so we can live free”

2014-”yep still fighting”

Dred Scott

no rights which a white man is bound to respect

So I know

we in this alone

aint got no choice

but to ride or die

because it seem

we just gon die anyway

finna drop any day

cops, night watchmen, old dudes

whoever

kill niggas

like flies

in Ferguson

no rights

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It was amazing
...I danced for 1,000 years in the dark starlight of her love.
And wandered lost
For 8,000 more
for want of
her long fingered touch
her thorough kisses
Ne'er to be forgotten
her burning and luxurious gaze.
I hear her call
It is the same as my own
heart

I reach for her
to find
only flame and blade.
Only fire and steel.
...I have only these roses and cups of sweet wine
Only these silly ass poems

So I run
I retreat
I turn away
I go
And yet I love still