The Histories of Black

What if you found out Who the person that you revered really was? What if they lied a lot, or drank too much or made plans and cancelled often and for no reason, or kissed and told or hated him or herself and hid behind the fakeness of smiles? What if you met your hero…

Alee

Normal Men Rape one another. They lie with malicious intent They steal and castrate while ravaging the entire earth with no thought of remorse outside of the rightness of revenge Torture, demolition, hostility Violence, retribution happen every second of every day in every corner of our world Normal Men Shoot and stab one another. And because the frequency is…

Replica of Real Life

The picket fence is the dead line Once you walk through the silky bubble Of order and innocence and charm And feel your insignificance for the first time On the East or West Coast You either crumble into yourself and scurry back Or you break the invisible shackles and grow up for the first time The…

Scum disease

The first chip made you second guess a real break it made you retell yourself fiction of how it could have come to this you were nothing if not tense until you looked for a way to numb the pain away a temporary fix a phone number a private text a kiss and suddenly the cavity…

sUgArCoAtEdTeArDuCts

I promise you my friend, satisfaction is a weakness. I don’t just say this, I believe it… The truth is that crying releases leucine-enkephalin, which reduces pain. And pain reduction is satisfying isn’t it? I promise you my friend, happiness is a mental illness. I don’t just believe this, I live it… The truth is…

Flight Risk

Kids. Everybody is a kid- Nobody knows what they want … We all play a safe role A role we stole, a role we bought A role we were forced into Aprons, habits, cloaks and dishonor Neckties worn by leather crews… Monocle and moccasins upon us We’re afraid of each other’s shoes Kids. And followers. Everybody is weak.- Scared of…

Global pep talk

You’re looking for a map But it is before you, can’t you see? chemicals react with other ones that fit like gloves unworn delicately and here you are with fancy feet and discouraged because twinkle toes has past its popularity but never fret my sweet remember everything, everything belongs here all of it fits and evolves…

The Inky Tribe

We are Former slaves and Presidents Drug dealers and Pediatricians Children of the hood who became Wall Street Tycoons Labeled and degraded and feared Yet artistic and poetic and beautiful We are From Kenya and Haiti and Detroit From the dirt and the suburbs From everywhere even Mexico and Ireland Hated and misunderstood and disrespected…

Closer to god

I stand here naked In my ugliness open only for you to see the revolting parts of me Which you seem to find exciting Because like me, you are ugly too Sore, and broken, and bruised And tired So very tired Of everything on TV portraying fallacies we are supposed to believe Keep your dirty…

Bone Dry

I stand corrected. I thought that “thirst” was somebody having a crush on someone else, and treating them as if they were already dating. I remember going on a tirade once about what is the big deal? I thought that it was innocent. Harmless. And then, I experienced thirst. And it is very much like…