Vernon T. Scott
Being Black Right Now
Being Black right now: Is being in high states of anxiety during the Christmas season and hoping and praying we will all come together and sing fah-who-doe-ray but realistically knowing that shit won’t happen.
A Song for Mama
I want to think of this poem as an extension of Sorrowful Sunday. But, in actuality, it is not. The sorrow of that poem still holds my pain and my hurt.
"My Blackness" & "SKIN"
My Blackness Let me tell you about my blackness It's strong It's powerful It's beautiful It continues to flourish into greatness
Who am I?
I am the parent that never procreated. I am the activist who makes change without being activated. I am the sibling to many though our parents are not the same.
It's the fierce pound of the trigger, as his lifeless body lies on the side of the road. Hey look, it's just another n****r.
The sun brings forth new lives into a young world. This world becomes diseased, leaving its inhabitants suffering. The sun sends out its heat
Hi, My Name is Jack
As my pen sat on the paper, I began to think about my first victim. I wondered about how it felt when my knife sliced her throat.
It's an eggshell. Strong. Durable. With enough pressure it cracks. The remnants of what was has become an empty foreshadowing