Sunday, December 7, 2014

My hands are up.

What’s a black life worth?

Do we qualify as human beings?

Are we lower than dirt?

Mr. officer what’s going through your head when you look in my eyes?

What it is it about me that  you despise?
My music isn’t loud.
My pants are above my waste.
I have a job.

When did it become your personal mission to make me fit the description?
I’m minding my own.
Mr. officer  why are you harassing me?
Please leave me alone.
Are you having a bad day?
Did you have trouble at home?
Is you’re your supervisor giving you hell?
Let me pass.
Let me be.
Why Mr. officer are you harassing me?
Why are you trying to harm me?
If you shoot me what will the story be?
He’s being aggressive.
He had a gun.
You saw the gun right?
Yeah right.
I just know my fresh spilled blood will make your night.
No need to draw your weapon.
I surrender.
I’m obeying your commands.
See I’m on the ground.
I surrender I give up.
Don’t shoot.
Look my hands are up. 

Rip James Garner,  Rip Mike Brown, Rip Tamir Rice, Rip Kimani Gray, Rip Nicholas Heyward Jr, Rip Ezel Ford,Rip Oscar Grant, Rip Tim Sandsburry, Rip John Crawford, Rip Ramorley Gram,Rip Trayvon Martin and all other unarmed black men killed by Law enforcement  in the US.
It is there sworn duty to serve and protect not to destroy and reject.

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Monday, July 7, 2014


You enter the room without a sound to claim your victim.

No signs of forced entry.

No signs of a struggle.

No entry or exit wounds.

Nothing except a wanted path of destruction from within.

You claim women.

You claim men.

You fester and linger.

You deteriorate  and decimate.

You're a time snatcher.

A dream dasher.

A faith tester.

A hope burglar.

You're a liar.

A thief.

A murderer.

You claim many.

Your victories aren't always flawless.

You have been beaten before.

One day you'll be totally powerless.

One day their will be a remedy.

One day their will be an answer.

One day all will survive your plague.

One day you will be destroyed...


Do research.

Get tested.

Never give up.

Morally support loved ones or friends that have cancer.

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Saturday, July 5, 2014


Mya Angelou was living poetry personified and amplified.

She was indeed a phenomenal woman.

Her expressive art form inspired  a whole nation to rise.

She challenged her people to spread their wings and soar.

She taught a whole generation of lionesses to roar.

She liberated caged birds.

She influenced millions to write and have words spoken.

Her poetry illuminated minds and pried souls open.

The jewels she shared were timeless and rare.

Her presence was fleeting.

She motivated everyone to hope and to dare.

Dr. Mya Angelou was ahead of her time.

She created countless milestones.

She transcended art.

She was  more than a woman.

She was truly a Matriarch

RIP Mya Angelou.

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Saturday, May 31, 2014


The rain comes without warning.

You can prepare for torrential rain all you want, but it's still going to storm.

You  may not get completely soaked but you're bound to get wet.

The storm clouds are forming.

Darkness is looming.

Lightning strikes.

It pours down from every direction without any warning.

Each droplet feels like  a tiny dagger inflicting pain.

There is no refuge from this storm.

Then I gather my thoughts and find calm in the midst of the storm's eye.

I muted the thunder.

I dimmed the lightning.

I rebuked the clouds and commanded the rain to flee.

I refuse to let it over power me.


Never again.

No more chaos.

No more pain.

No longer do I tremble at the mere crackle of thunder.

Now I just dance in the rain.

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Aunt dink


Radiant glow.

Fun loving.

Life of the party.

Depend on her to lighten the mood.

She wasn't your average granny.

She liked to groove.

Always a song in her heart.

Always a smile on her face.

She didn't sugar coat anything.

You found that one to put you in your place.

She was the glue that held everything together.

No day would be complete without her cussing and fussing.

Real love all the time.

She was unique..

Yes one of a kind.

Determined to do her own thing regardless of what anyone had to say.

Never seeking approval.

In her eyes all opinions were irrelevant.

She could care less of what you think.

Had to love that in her.

That was everyone's aunt Dink.

RIP. Donna "Dink" Allen.

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Sunday, May 11, 2014

Only a mother.


Only a mother can see without looking.

Only a mother can make you crave her style of cooking.

Only a mother can nurture a spirit to no end.

Only a mother will stand by your side to the bitter end.

Only a mother will defend you, even if your wrong.

Only a mother can give you the strength to go on.

Only a mother will fuss over you.

Only a mother will help you ease the pain of a heart ache.

Only a mother will stay by your side until the fever breaks.

Only a mother can sew that button back on.

Only a mother knows exactly what to say to brighten your day.

A mother's love is unique.

One of a kind.

All similar but not the same.

It can not be compared to no others.

Who can always put a smile on you face?

Only a mother. 

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Monday, March 3, 2014

Sinners prayer(spoken word)

I started off in church praying daily./

I prayed sincerely./

I prayed with no hesitation./

I prayed out of gratitude./

Then something  happened./

I lost my way./

As I got older I only started praying out of desperation./

I started falling to my knees when it was time to put together that pack./

Praying to god that it was high grade and I would make my profit back./

twerk. twerk./ please god. jump back baby. please come back./

Hallelujah! it cam back./

Yes. A full fledged sinner./ feeling less than blessed./

feeling less than loved./

Feeling less than a winner./

Now consumed by the beast./ fully energized by marijuana smoke contact./ very smooth cognac./

Walking under crossed swords./ Fully inducted into the invisible war./

The only thing that seemed to calm the madding of my mind was the melodic styling's of Tupac Shakur./

I was on the brink of self destruction./ then the lord called me back./

I still got a long way to go./

I have renewed strength./ Blessing him up./

Now lifting up heavenly hands./

I don't think ya'll understand./

I said I'm back./ Lifting up heavenly hands.

So in case you didn't already know or never knew./

God does not like sin./ but he loves sinners and he answers their prayers too.

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