White Supremacist

You’re not special You’re not unique I know that’s a notion that Makes you surprised Truth be told Its a fact That the majority Of society understands Since the bulk of The world’s humanity Is black, brown, and every variation in between You’re not superior You never were You’re just a being made up Of…

Endless Cycle

Monday again Just trying to survive To Friday Seeking to regain The sweet freedom Of Saturday Desperately seeking An escape plan On Sunday To be free Of the endless Monotonous cycle Being a Creative and living in this society is slightly tortuous. You have to go into these buildings and stay for an allotted amount…

Old Time Love

Give me an old time love Crafted by two souls Destined to adore and Nurture all the dimensions that construct our world Not a life sentence measured by the duration of suffering one can endure But a love with two beings Bringing out the best in each other A love that makes silence comforting With…

Left Unsaid

They were lost. He insisted they weren’t. It was the arrogant-stained confidence of his baritone that struck one of her many wound-up nerves provoking an eye roll. An eye roll he missed like all of her other mannerisms that displayed her displeasure of the state of their relationship. A relationship that had spanned for six…

Black Girl Resting

They didn’t see her Although she stood erectly before them Feet planted firmly on the revolving terrain Curls weaved into rope-like braids putting Rapunzel to shame Deep brown skin that shone under the sun’s blazing glow She was a work of art A marvelous creation Too majestic for them to understand her existence So they…

We Are Human

“In this culture, the phrase ‘black woman’ is not synonymous with ‘tender,’ or ‘gentle.’ It’s as if those words couldn’t possibly speak to the reality of black females.”—Bell Hooks It’s Women’s History Month and since I’m degreed in political science and history while also once teaching history, we might as well get into it.  Also,…

Half Full

Bright-eyed and full of wonderment You get released in the world with a piece of paper and well-wishes A glass full of hopes, dreams, and aspirations Onto a playing field rigged with landmines and grenades Stripping you of that youthful guise and candy-coated line of thinking No longer believing that hard work will get you…