Monthly Archives: April 2013
This is for the girls with skin dark enough to conceal their scars. Girls who live beneath obsidian. Some say, black girl dark don’t got no sun. Girl ugly don’t got no face. Girl run. I think black girl come. … Continue reading
I woke to the sound of rain. And somewhere in the midst of the noise, I heard my name. Frantically I rose to meet this voice, It sounded so familiar, I wanted to rejoice. To north and east … Continue reading
To you, my love, this is what I want to say: I fear that one day you’ll fall far away from me without you truly knowing what it is that I feel as I gaze upon your beauty. And I’m … Continue reading
I usually don’t post videos- because I like to stick to the written text, but I must say; this poem can’t be written. Only spoken.
The roar of comfort fills the atmosphere Creeping its way under doors and through mismanaged wall cracks left abandoned by slum lords I turn my back. Aroused by French Vanilla and Dark Roast beans- The preferred combination to keep my … Continue reading
“Only But A Poem” If a poem falls in an empty green forest does it make a sound?