Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
FAO: The Corruption Brigade
Speaking of lengths and extraordinary measures. Extending one’s reach beyond that which is comfortable in extenuating circumstances for an additional allowance and continuance.
I Am a Published Author
I am a published author. Not just on the blogging sites I frequent, or the anthology collection of someone else's dream. I am holding MY story. MY imagination is in my hands.
paint me into a hypocritical portrait.
do you know what it’s like to say goodbye to someone whose hello makes the sweetest sound? if you were to ask me how to let go of connections
A Poem on Poems (sort of)
Explain to me why When the hour is appropriate I can’t seem to write a single word But when the sun’s gone And the moon’s in its business
Why Do You Tell One At A Time?
You tire too much Telling one at a time And I pity you Why do you tell only one at a time? Gather some cash and put in on that billboard at the entrance of town
Bumping bass and headlights invade my space reminding me something so familiar like I am in southern California
Like to Love
Fuck your love love that leaves me longing longing for your touch touching myself as I gaze at your profile picture
Movies: You know what I hate , Black movies about cop shootings They be front row for the movies But not there when we need them
I wrote this poem six years ago. It’s in response to the way male medical professionals have treated women both here and abroad for centuries. I confront the icon of the stork, which has characterized birth in so many ways. It’s a cheap substitute that covers up the realities that surround birth. He represents the voice of critics that have shamed women for their bodies and birth experiences. I am involved in development work and have seen the brazen and cruel way in which women are treated around the world, especially if they are poor. My own birth experiences reflected the same treatment. This is for the ones whose journey to motherhood was not instagram perfect.
Ummm..... I am not a liar! I am into dat smoke I am so far deep that I choke when Im sleep Not realizing that I may never wake up fully
Up & Down, Side to Side, It's like Dancing, I Know all the cool moves. So keen to my Tv, This attention, Only when crossing the Street.
Are you what you eat?
Tell me, do you believe that you are what you eat? If you do, a thought for you, are also what you think? Stuff you have crammed in your heart and head can’t be contained