#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.

#NaPoWriMo descriptions of people i love

Peace,
I've been lagging on my #NaPoWriMo posts here, but not on my Facebook! So...I'll catch yall up.

descriptions of people I love

nigga got hands like hammers

hard and heavy

sandpapery and rough

and heavy

know he a working man 

 by the tough crush of hand

i aint that big 

on hand crushing

still

i grip his hand tight

nigga name sound dangerous

Damo

like.

short for “mind yo' mothafucking business”

back here 

over there. he

sold me some bullshit weed

back of the bar

in some city by the water, Baltimore or Philly

I can’t remember which

I needed to smoke to deal with 

that bullshit

poor though and Black

maybe it was Camden

she got bright purple hair 

and nails

everything done

Instagram Poppin

her shit fresh

but her kid 

is miserable

nose runny

snotty ass

kid with

socks but no shoes

or coat or bottle or snacks

Moms iPhone 6

68 degrees outside

is a betrayal

on my train,

a youngblood 

brown and beautiful

fly girlfriend who he will either marry or fuck over

or fuck over and marry later.

or marry and oh never mind

today they are in love

and today is today

they are young black and shiny

on the 38 Muni bus to the Movies in Japantown

sophisticated 

but still nervous

…please no cops

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