Hey There All!!! If you are following this blog, then you probably know that I am a writer. I've been sharing my poetry publicly for nearly 15 of my 34 years of life, and I'm finally ready to release a book. So I don't have the money myself to publish, so I've made pre-orders available … Continue reading Pre-Order’s for My Book Are Live!
To A grandmother; In the twilight years after you've watched your friends wither away, You begin to look at life and see yourself surrounded by graves. I can relate. From the grandson who Arrived in the 80s, Watched his friends die in the 90s, And prays his students don't waste away now. You need to … Continue reading Letters to Grandma
We put limitations on what we can do according to time, saying that there isn't a lot of time in this life When the only thing we really have it time, the longest thing we can do in life is live.... Older lady at bus stop One hand clutches to red marker as if a … Continue reading Red Marker Epiphany
I. He’s no longer a man No, demoted to a sack of blood and marrow shards Wrapped in sinew. Dangling like post-celebration piñatas. His plasma, dripping jelly-like from the center of this pastry. “Nigger had it coming; he gandered at that white woman down the way…” II. Our first kiss was a drunken maelstrom … Continue reading Race Relations in 3 Part Movement
Dear 10 year old Marsha Adams. Thank you for everything. I've been in love With the idea of being in love Since your Lightskinned fine ass Told me in class that you likes me. Just as the teacher called on me, To do the fractions on the board. And lord, how I hate math. Especially … Continue reading Dear Marsha Adams
None of us are what we seem. Covert artist, shrouding our passions in secrecy. We have mastered hiding our voices like government expenditure records. But just off the hill, there is a basement that knows us as superstars. Pinstripe suit jacket Soul singer in yuppie disguise. Miniskirt lush sharing her soul in Janis Joplin bellows. … Continue reading Superstars and Washed-up Dreams
…Passion it always starts with the passion… We live our lives sonnet-like, Strict rigid reserved She is a quick kick of free verse. Flashback Morning amnesia fades…. Last thought while walking away… "Are we really the bad guys?" Flashback A long embrace, arms are anacondas squeezing the breath out of this moment. One last … Continue reading Flashbacks
I. When reading a sentence, what voice do you use? Does that voice change when the character is revealed to be Black? see also Latino, see also Asian, see also any culture often caricatured, see also young, see also gay, see also anything you may not be. II. Innocence dripped from the edge of… … Continue reading Human Aptitude Test Examples
My hands still smell like gasoline. You said that every night with me is like Las Vegas Color me neon glow flattered With a smile like phosphorous And enough attraction to make you forget the rest of the world. Whatever happens with Vegas; Stays with Vegas. You’ve rode along my streets. Known me to strip … Continue reading Viva Las Vegas
Paint me beautiful. My favorite muse, I’d be remiss to miss this opportunity miss To inspire you to create. Paint this body in your image, These curves unfurl into hips and legs, These places hidden to the naked eye. Paint me golden rod sunset, With streams of light beaming. Make me shine at night; Allow … Continue reading Paint Me Beautiful
