Murderous, venomous Thomas Hobbes is now a prophet where refugees are cast aside and black men die for the color of their skin and thugs wearing badges prowl the streets yes, your abundance of a pigment is STILL a reason you must bleed. Broke down, low down dirty rotten shame we're sitting in It's … Continue reading He was a Middle Eastern Jew (poem)
I don't like myself I feel the weight of those words in my mouth slanderous, murderous, suicidal words but true words none the less When someone says they love me i wonder - god, what's wrong with them? something must be, for someone to like me they can't possibly be operating with a full … Continue reading I don’t like myself (poem)
I am not me, alone Not anymore There is no self identifier I, has become we me has become thee It's all combined, now You are not you, alone When you walk through that door the other half of you greets the other half of me Us, transformed morphed, molded, immersed into another … Continue reading Yin and Yang of us (Poem)
Once upon a time, in a land apparently not so different than the one we live in today, African American's achieved (as did the rest of the country) their God given right to snub Jim Crow law and attend any school they chose. Racial integration had been achieved, and all was … Continue reading Scott Lively, Jerry Falwell Jr, and the Theocrats among us.
There is an anger inside of me an anger cultivated from seeing the world through your eyes the seeds of this understanding in fields once plowed by the merciless and unyielding force of religion's myopic blade having once been allowed to fallow as the fruit had grown bitter on the vine this ground … Continue reading I believed you the first time (Poem)
Since when did it become fashionable to impede on someone's hustle? What's up with this? Can't you do do that thing on your own? Can't you go out and make that green on your own? You're like amber bottles lined up with skulls and crossbones you look good but that shit is superficial … Continue reading Industry panic (Poem)
The devil walks among the pious among the rich and lofty few toward the halls of justice and of government into the heart of the holiest place sunlight streaming on-top of his head from the stain-glass windows The devil stands behind pulpits and carries the Bible in his hand with a white smile he … Continue reading The Devil among us (Poem)