“They think they know”

They dooo…
They think
they doooo…

You don’t listen
You compare.
You brush me off
Like you don’t care.
Clarify this shit…
As My diagnosis
rolls up off anothers
Tongues…

like
Water off a leaf
That’s weak…

Let me make it
Clear to those
Who won’t and
Don’t understand
That the issue
Can’t be compared
To you self
Diagnosis of me
Or yourself.

Boxed in a
A box in corner…
Small walls
I can’t peak over
Them.
With out…
I dare you to
speak… Making
Me more lonely…

“OH just do some breathing techniques and exercise. “

Ok that’s fine!
but It only
Last for a little
while!
You wonder why!
I Don’t smile!
I just
Need a stronger
Dose im on
Enough meds
To take a bull
Down!

Make me bitter
At all repetitive
remarks!

You!
Don’t!
Know!
Me!

Let me tell you
How it feels to
Be me!

Relationships/can’t
Going out in public/won’t
Being surrounded by
new people your
Friend knows/ I don’t think so…

I can socialize
to an extent.
If I say something
Out of order…..
To the huddle…
You may or may
Not hear me
keep apologizing……..

So my isolated
My inner and outer
Being…….

These issues with
in me.

Can only be exposed
If you know me….
Or sometimes not
I just feel…
Real tire…
So good night…

O ya…
I forgot…

Most times group
With a bunch of
Me’s and yous can…
Maybe even a hand
Full can understand me…

Only!

My mind
Is…

Mostly out of
Order………

I never asked for
A pity party ………

Lemon Spines


(For WordPress only)


To the…

Nappy corn
rows…

Tribal mischief
making
Torn garment
Trending…

By black beauty
center fold
Of all earth’s
gold…

Times…

A planet
expose
to my….

Behold…

Never
to be forgotten
Trending center…

Fold…

Trending
Center fold
Trending center…

Fold…

Is for the love
Of sweat topics…

You write with…

Tongue a tropical
Thunder…

Dances
to rain drops…

On our thrones…

As it was
written…

kings…

Queens…

Hello black
Self-esteem…

Black like the…

Power in
One right side
Fist to….

Sometime
A strike…

Putting
Up a fight…

Solution was
Fists…

To….

Put you in your
Place…

Keeps
you on point…

To wicked ways…

Black is beautiful….

I say black…

It Is beautiful in
every…

lips shade for
shadowing me…

Like the trees
swaying in the breeze…

Cameroon soil…

Uganda…

Tanzania…

South Africa
Before the British
Took it….

Yet…

I got to have
that center to
fold you…

To ease
my social
Anxiety…

The only
Race of a people
Who don’t look
Down on me….

Aren’t Frightened
by me…

We can only
Truly know our
Own struggle…

Sun rises
on dark skin…

A melonated
Fragrance…

Light skin….

I can’t…

Fight skin…

Is a…

delight skin…

Smells like..

Like…

Like…

Damn it’s
So repetitive…

Never to be
forgotten by I…

Like the
Lost tribes of
Israel…

Come over
here…

Give
me some of
the sweet sweet…

Ooowww….

Chocolate Sunday
on a Saturday…

leaving Monday
a day for fun day…

making it feel like a
Friday…

Touch my
Chocolate…

I’ll take
the trash out like
Thursday…

Not a hopeless
romantic…

Bandit thoroughly…

Needing my
black bambee
close…

To…

I…

eye to
eye is a kiss full..

Hugs so tight I can
feel your….

Soul…

my black…
Ah…

Da..

Black Queens……..

Salt and Mud

You left me stranded

So I drowned in
Gun fire, Jack Daniels
And 40oz”s

Drama, flying saucers
Bullets lost in
brick walls

Lodged

In house furniture
Sold out slugs

Copper tops tree top
Pirus

Cookie cutters

My Dimu called
Them bookie
Butters

Like he
Had a speech
Impediment

Thats just Blood
edicate

Raised hell
A bit

To intelligent

In a cell a bit

Letters never
Sent never
Touched

like
They were
Celabate

You
Never sent
A letter back

The child
That was once
Beaten blue

Brused for
For nothing

By you

Clutching a belt
Shaped as a “U”

Ungrateful
And unfaithful like
Samson

So

I stay absent

Like you

Birddy Canary

I feel like

Silence is

The answer

To a mathematical

Problem

The equation

Space

To make

A novel

Praised

For the

Use to

Silence-err

Couldn’t see

What I mean

With a monical

You couldn’t

Feel my Words

With a key

To catch

Up with

the day

Locked

Out of

Thankfulls

And thank

you’s

Your own

Answer

Or is it

Protection

For what’s

To come

A mediphor

Unpluged

Giving you

The truth

In the

Feeling

Of what

Is why

I go by

And go

Through

As a silencer

No fake

Smiles

To pardon

You

From death

Till only

I am left

Attached

Mentalities relapsed+


Bloody scars that painted my
Knuckle+

War paint
Cuddles my face
I’m black and I’m
Proud+

From the
Feet to the root canal+


A tramatic opposite+


I linger in blank expression+


Eyes wide open+

without
No type of emotions+


Poker face here+

Not bluffing+

No room for let downs or
believing in something+

my
Own mental distruction+


Nothing+

It’s nothing+


Living in hell I’m use to the most, beautiful, rotton+

Sweet sorrows+

I Embraced
The reason its not to be chased+


The heathen+

Smile For Me

Someone today
asked me…
Asked me a
question that…
I’ve been hearing
my whole life…
Why don’t I ever
smile…?
This person
was sitting
in a chair on there
porch…
with there
company…
I looked up at
that person…
There company…
With my face
Already Spoken…
For its self…
I just kept
walking…
How rude is that…?

Why don’t I smile…?
I’ve been like this
since I was child…
I grew
up in a family that
was very wild….
Verry… wild…
I never had a chance…
Walking around
with my fists balled
up…
The person that
was supposed to
Be my protector…
A Rejector…
Always
beat me…
With a
thick black
belt…
He gave it a
Name…
I think it was
Mr bass…?
Sometimes he used his bare hands…
So ask me…
Tell me how could
Or why I should trust
another woman
or man…
Hopelessly scared…

No doubt, I’ve had
Many challenges my
whole life…
Moving
from apartment to
apartment…
House to house…
Even in the middle of the night…
I couldn’t
make friends…
manifesting my anger…
Within…

Golden rules in…
Different schools…
Into different
streets…
I dealt with heat…
Some shady folk that
wanted to beef…
A Fist fights delight…
Shoot outs…
In…
My youthfulness…
Daysss…
My life could
have been lost
in a blaze….

No matter how much
I hurted, ached…
I never received
hospital service…
Flash backs
from shell rocks
boulevards…
Blood stained candles
Lit…
Candle light visuals
left on the corners…

Some
times…
It mentally…
Physically…
Hurts to
walk past some
spots…
Thoughts of old
friends…
There lives
tragically stolen…
came to a closing…
Days
and months…
In and
out…
I’ve witnessed
The many deaths…
Had many tests…
Overtime
my…
Experiences
became my
facial expressions…

From
jail to jail…
Causing
my lifestyle
to derail….
Somedays…
Bad…
Horrible…
Worst-cases…
Don’t get me blue…
There were some
good days…
Just
more bad than
good…
The hood……
Magnified my
Expressions…
For good…

FINGER PAINT

FINGER PAINT

I love all the
colors in the
world. A
kaleidoscope
of skin colors
and flesh. Colors
keep the world
spinning dripping
wet paint on a
blank canvas of
a colorless dinner
plates put on
display for
everyone to see.
I love it! I love
the different colors
God made. The
mortal difference…
The depth of
textures… Down
to every freckle,
eye color, hair color
and skin color. All
formed together
to make an
explosion of all
of life’s sweetest
things. Life’s
sweetest thing
to me is diversity.

Blood Over The Stolen Hill

I believe I
was a…
Apache in
a former
life…
Sharpening
my tomahawk…
With stones…
Draped my
Face
Drenched
Over war
paint…
Finger
tips
Dipped in
the blood
from my
adversary’s…
Treacherous…
I was chief
A running gun
Five star
Buffalo
general…
Tougher
Then
bull
Horns…
Calcium
That was
strong…
Like
The aroma
of menthol…
Giving out
orders…
Raising thee
Young…
Wise
tribe in
Native pride…
Proudly…
Many
died on
that
hill yet…
We
Keep
them in
our prayers…
We
pushed back
our intruders
infantry block…
Mowing
down the
lives thee
Unworthy
opposition…
Pale white
Dirty skin,
Filty men…
Trying
to take our
land
Kill and
Rape our
Wives
And children
for
to satisfy
There own
Evil greedy
Needs…
I screamed…
This tribal
Chant…
This Soil
And moss
Rivers
And animals
I will protect
Everyone
With in it
In peace…
If it’s
Blood you
Seek…
It will
Be your
Own
blood
You will
See…
We did battle…
After
those
long
wars
Those
enemy’s
were
demolished…
They will
Have no
Choices…
As
Always
The
respected
Elder…
For our
bravery…
My men
will be
Recognize…
Till the
death of
Me… I’ll
Inherited
war like
mentality
Lost… to
Be slaughtered
In hatred…
Still I strive
To leave in
Peaces of
Moss….
Never forgotten
ancestors
Of the Apache…

BECAUSE I’M DYING INSIDE

Whats more
valuable than
money… Your
soul is the
answer…

Well in my
opinion. Whats
your true
worth?

Do you
know? Nope…
I don’t think you
do.

Before you
go to bed..
Well…
when you
finally do…

Do
you pray for
forgiveness?
Do you pray
for your family?

Do you have
family to pray
for?

Do you
sleep well? Do
you sleep at
all?

Do you!?

When you
wake
up…

Do you
thank the
almighty…

That you can
breathe today…
Also that you
have…

Another
chance to make
a change…

maybe you just
don’t even care…

Maybe when
the sun shines
through the
window…

On the
dark side of
your empty bed…

you realize that
your alone…

There is no one
there beside you.
Your mind
changes like a
on and off
switch…

Don’t it!
Should you
care or not…

Right…
Do people in
your life really
care about you…
Or are they just
using you…

I
don’t know…
Do people in
your life even
understand that

you’re one of a
kind and there
is know one on
the planet like
you?

THEY DON’T!
Be yourself
because being
different is
being
beautiful