Can you tell what evil is?
Evil is sly and conniving
Smooth and easy
It slides down like a fine wine from the
hills of France.
Do you believe what you hear?
Lies are easy to tell but hard to decipher
They tangle you up like a spider’s web
Until the noose is tightly pulled around your throat
What do you perceive?
Because nothing truly is as it appears.
Evil is an artist better than Picasso or Van Gouge
Painting the image they want you to see
Putting on the façade that breaks down your wall of
Or maybe you can rely on their emotions?
Happy is happy and sad is sad, right
Then again evil is a mockingbird
Supplying you with what you need to get what it wants.
What does it want?
Your suffering of course!
To soothe it’s ego
To comfort it’s loneliness
To prove it’s point
To build it’s pride
How do you stop evil?
It’s funny you should ask.
Everyone has their own way,
They may work; they may not.
But I usually side with the one that’s tried and true
It was present since the first rising moon
And will linger until the last setting sun
Its the voice of your conscience
The wisdom in your soul
The Alpha and The Omega
The Light of the World
The Bread of Life
Or to be easy as pie you can just call him I Am.
That’s my way, that’s where I go to break down the tricks
of evil’s trade.
But then again like I said this is me, you are you
Pick what you like,
You be the judge,
If you can?
But judge right,
A miscalculated resolution can cause you your life.
In a forest dead of life a woman stands
Lost of her sense of direction
She stands there waiting for someone to find her and carry her home
Thinking she is alone she talks to herself
Reminiscing about all her bad deeds
Saying things that she would never tell a soul
As the tears rolled down her face she remembered the horrific event back home
The stormy night she committed an unthinkable sin
Telling every dreaded detail to God for forgiveness
The crack of a branch silenced her
Her heart stopped and her breathing paused
And a child mesmerized stood froze
Frozen by the atrocity that polluted his ear
Her breathing resumed, quick in pace
Competing with the rapid beats of her heart
He knew, he would tell
She didn’t want to commit that unthinkable sin again
But he knew, he would tell
What Blackness Means To Me
What is Blackness you ask?
Blackness is not the color of our skin
For that is only the God-given crown that makes us shine
Blackness is the beauty of a reemerging flower
Blooming in the spring time
Blackness is beauty like Nefertiti, Cicely Tyson, Angela Basset, and Sophia Loren
Blackness is dignified
Blackness is regal like the approaching sunset
Blackness is royal like the Pharaohs of Egypt and Nubia
Blackness is intelligence like George Washington Carver, Alexander Twilight and Mary Jane Patterson
Blackness is indestructible like a diamond
Blackness is the soul of millions of enslaved people
That have become a tribe of free people
Blackness is music from Motown to Atlantic
Blackness is strong and fearless like thousands of Zulu warriors
Approaching a vast enemy
Blackness is always imitated but never duplicated
Blackness is always mistaken but never understood
Blackness means having the pride and joy of great people like Dubois, King Tut, Mansa Musa,
Remembering the vision of Malcolm X, Martin Luther King Jr., and
Having the strength and fight like Harriet Tubman, Frederick
Douglass and many other slaves
Blackness is placed in the body and soul of every child.
It is not the shade of our skin but the feeling in our hearts and
In our souls
Blackness is Adam and Eve
Blackness was here in the beginning and will be here in the end
Blackness is me
Blackness is you
Blackness is a state of mind