Wednesday, August 7, 2019

war drum

Its time.

Stand tall black man.

Take your family back.

Get your life on track.

There is no obstacle you can't move.
[thump thump]

There is now hurdle your can't jump.


There is no opposition.


Heal your brother.


Love your sistah.

Teach your babies.

Walk with pride.

look death in the eye


Tell pain it is a lie


Take your rightful place in your tribe

[thump thump]

Put your warrior paint on.

Now rise!


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lets go.

I see watching my movements.

I noticed you noticing my post.

It's alright.

I'm flattered.

Thanks for the support.

No likes.

No problem.

I just wanted you to know I know.

I got my eye on you.

I know you got yours on me.

Lets just see what we can see.

I made the first move.

Now it's on you.

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the door has shut

You got a little too comfortable didn't you.

You thought it was always going to the same.
You fight and make up.

You lie she takes you back.

You cheat she forgives you.

You neglect her she returns.

It's all fun and games until that door shuts.

When door shuts she's not coming back.

When that door shuts she has make a decision to take a another path.

When that door shuts she's not found a new person to make her laugh.

When that door shuts she's not coming back.
No more late night chit chats.

No more dinner and lunch dates.

No  more secret rendezvous

No more midnight mist.

No more sweet morning dew.

When that door shuts she's given you all she can give.

When that door shuts she's jogging solo  on a new track.

When that door shuts.

It stays shut.

She's moved forward .

She's not  looking back.

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Saturday, July 20, 2019


I think every child played make believe at least once in their life.

Fantasizing about who they wanted to be and places they wanted to see.

Ahh make believe.

Make believe is fun.

Make believe is an illusion though.

It feels real. But its not real.

What lies above the surface may not be genuine.

All smiles aren't pleasant. 
some mask pain better than others.

Every embrace isn't endearing.

Sometimes that's the enemy trying  to get closer to you.

You can't let yourself be deceived .

You have to practice how to see through murky waters.

Listen to your heart.

Read the signs.

Believe your first mind.

Learn how to decipher what's real and what is just merely an illusion.

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keep pushishing.

What to do when you fee like you have nothing left?

What do you do when it feels like your running on E.

What you do when it seems like the whole world is against you.

You push.

You push past your pain.

You past you unrest.

You push past your anxiety.

You push past your limits.

When you feel like you can't go on and you used up all your reserves.

You push some more.

I won't stop.

I will keep pushing.

Your afraid.

keep pushing.

Your tired.

Keep pushing.

Your stressed out.
Keep pushing.

Your lonely.

keep pushing.

Your resources are tapped out.

Keep pushing.

You feel like your at your breaking point.

keep pushing.

They don't like you.

Keep pushing.

They keep on laughing at you.

Keep pushing.

Make something happen.

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Tuesday, July 16, 2019

The request.

Midnight moon./

Stars lit up./

A perfect evening for a  stroll/

{ I would love that}

Just picture the scene of a black man  being able to walk around freely without being considered a moving target or viewed as threat./

Just once I'd like to  get on  an elevator without  a white woman clutching her purse or covering up her cleavage./

{ I would love that}

Can we have an open dialogue with yelling and name calling./

Can our kids visit the suburbs and come back to us in one piece./

{I would love that}

Can you please  take the time study the artist's pain before you greet them with hostility  and media shame /

{ I would love that}

Can I see a picture of this person whose description I match./

Can we be allowed to gather peacefully in a public space without the law being called us./


Can I listen to my music.

hip-hop's not cause. It's the cure.

Justice for Elijah#

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human quandary

What's the common tie that binds us?

What is  it that common thing that we are all in seek of?

Why do we  spend what seems like an eternity seeking a solution.

Demanding retribution.

Settling for our current situation.

Making huge plans for our next destination.

How can we have all the same vital organs and the exact amount of limbs but treat each other differently based of the color of skin.

Why do we desire to unlock secrets that should remain forever shrouded.

Are we not all beings or are just light focused through a different lens.

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