Quintessence of African American
My country… Tis of thee. Bittersweet land, apparition of liberty. So long withheld from me… Of thee I see Land where my fathers died, Land where the pilgrims cried. A…
Read MoreStruggling and Dreaming
Da struggle is for the best of us Dreaming is for the one’s striving to chase success I come from the mud Where struggling is all I know If we…
Read MoreIncarcerated
Brick walls, fences, and razor wire criss-crossed in a bind Feelings overlooked ‘cause remorse is the punishment of crime No warmth lives here but the wind that chilled Where it’s…
Read MorePen Fiend
As I sit back And operate this pen In my mind I feel like I’m a pen fiend Sick with words Sick with the pen Whoa! Just had a brain…
Read MoreMy World
I was born into a world where the only language men understand is violence and you have to be trained to go at the drop of a hat. Displaying physical…
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