New
I’m tired of the old where is the new
New year, New month, Same ol you
Nothing feels like new shoes
New love or a new car
Except new blues or a release date not too far
Wait 4 Me
Wait 4 Me
Because I’m almost free
No more cuffs on my hands
No more shackles on my feet
No more waking up sad
No more crying to sleep
Haikus
I had awakened and it felt
Like a rainy day
yet the clouds had nothing
to say
They spend most of the day
just passing by
You Beautiful People
Hatred to humility.
I can forgive humanity.
What you evoke is beauty…
My Mural
If I had the opportunity to design a mural mine would be a tribute to the mothers.
Mothers from all over the diaspora,
mothers from Africa, Brazil, the Caribbean, and the U.S.
The mothers on the mural are teachers, because mothers are our first teachers.