Story of My Life
My life is like a notebook filled with empty pages
Bitter words and blank statements
I stare at the pages and try to picture
What should go in these spaces
See and Be Seen
My creativity revealed the
Viewpoint for integrity & identity
In the world where Black artists
Can struggle with partial justice
And support my strange response
Could help power our community
With social love
Phantasmagorical Echoes
Dear people of this planet,
Kings, Queens, Citizens,
of this lonely, stone-skipping on universe waters,
of this cozy blue pebble that we choose to call earth.
I want to tell you that Today we exist;
That Today, we walk on a path
forged by the blood of preceding ancestors
Sing to Me, Brandon
Sing to me, Brandon
early hours of the morning
sky pretending in its darkness
that daylight never comes
Change 4 What!
Why is it that when I’m happy
They seem mad
Why is it when I smile
They look sad
I look in the mirror
And wonder if it’s me that they see