Eyes wet and weary, When the ones held dearly Take their last breath, And are laid six feet in depth. In the heat of such cold, You need a hand to hold. When he bangs the door, And makes your heart sore.

Face dots with water drops, He deprives fear of its due props. "Dave you can do this!" The man in the mirror repeats. She seats under the almond tree. In the hue of dusk, such a glee He pants

The Ferrari of his blessed dreams; Comfy like Hakeem the prince; Except for this afternoon, And every other time coming soon. "A lump is growing on your left lung." Taste of bile is on his tongue.

Sleepy to the bone, Wakes to the buzzing of the phone "Is this Mr. Wellington?" The police, "there's an accident scene." Scattering a file of clothes, He stops and covers his mouth

To Every Black Person Picture Source I'm black because I'm the opposite of white I'm black because I was told I have a slave masters last name and I shouldn't eat swine because it's the white man's animal

After listening over and over again to "FEAR" by Kendrick Lamar, I sat down and let my pen bleed as I was inspired. Picture Source I think when it comes down to it, the length and breadth of

Picture Source The moon was a big circle in the sky The scenery to my eyes Was as my tongue to momma's pie A sweet evening it was indeed Even the cool breeze couldn't disagree. Her voice was music for

I wrote this a while ago, at the beginning of a new month. Received so many new month wishes that made me wonder about the importance of wishes, and this is my conclusion: Picture Source If you've lived

source One thing you made me realise without probably even realising it was that words, no matter how you mean 'em, don't mean a thing if your actions betray 'em all. But I soon learned to forget that,

You know, I coulda left a jaw bleeding. But nah, I leave 'em hanging, exposing venoms hidden within a treacherous tongue, as my ink leaves these pages and splashes on your face I coulda left a forehead

HOW does the eyes tell the truth? Without lips and a tongue caged in a dentition; without any connection to the lungs and larynx; just pigments of white and black or brown or blue. Somehow it takes just

They say the journey of a thousand miles begin with a step, but truthfully that is hard to imagine this days as most journey begin with the start of an automobile engine. We all want that grand beginning,

On my to-do list is an introduce-yourself post, so lemme give it a shot. It's really not easy for me to introduce myself. It's just like that subject you can swear you know like a professor, but just go