future
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
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
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
Trying to make it through
And get to the finish line
I feel like I’m going to pass out
But I continue and keep striving