December 2010
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Where I Went Wrong, But How I Can Make It...
I’ve always wanted to write a book about my life but always felt I was too busy to do and no would really care to read but I find myself in an alternative space in my mind. Kind of floating between reality and suicidal fantasy. So I think to myself maybe I need to get this out before my thoughts completely erase. I have given myself till the 15th of december to find a new place, and a couple...
September 2010
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August 2010
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Trapped In Love
It’s funny how love
Love has always been a barrier for me to overcome.
When you were never loved
How do you know how to love someone else?
Either we love too much
Or we love not enough
Well I don’t know the answer to that
All I know is what it feels like
When you have it right in the palm of your hands
And whenh you lose it
Slipping through...
July 2010
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She Was...
She was once creole spoken backgrounds Stitched into the lining of my DNA A radio active ingredient shot into my bloodstream That in one moment of lip to lip Softly pressed was magnetic an unforceful event that occurred every night we looked into the portals of our eyelids flip inward We spoke Goodnight Sweetdreams Nestled in closer The lining of her body From lock to breast From breast to...
June 2010
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May 2010
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AKOMA NTOSO CULTURAL CENTER
There is a little piece of heaven nestled behind a furniture store on central ave, I call it the gateway to AFRICA. Yesterday I experienced one of the most amazing things to ever touch my heart. I was able to talk to a group of students from GHANA, AFRICA, and interact with some incredible teens and children. Who, despite what may be going on around them have this passion and love for learning...
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Freedom
We were once free Foot heavy Petal to the metal We burnt asphalt like sage At a spiritual ritual We invoked the essence of purity Underneath our fingertips This was our moment to jus be Wind skipping between the locks of our hair We felt sun rays beating against our flesh Heat touched close to bones Oshun was rooted in our marrow Our engines roared to the rhythm of our pulse Heart...
April 2010
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“Our great object in time is not to waste our passions and gifts on the things...”
Pride Piece
I be gay like thugs rockin boy short in the middle of the west indian parade
Bending and snapping their queer into the lining of clouds
Their proud
to know they can walk fiercer then any models they’ve seen on television Made the catwalk their home cradled it beneath their bosoms Dippin and spinnin to the rhythm in their hearts I be gay like rainbows are stitched to the back of my...
She Wants, I Want to Love Again
The secret of life lives inside her bones It sounds like angels whispering sign language beneath her tongue. Teardrops play between her eye lashes This melody that is the gust of wind flapping between a hummingbirds wings picking up gust it soars down the outer layer of her spine She refuses to speak. Its as if She has genocide trapped on the lining of Her throat. She is scared to believe in...
Cutters
They call us cutters As if our actions need a title to go along with our scissors, Fingernails, Safety pins and knives. As if we have to be categorized in a section that is labeled “Dangerous” may hurt themselves or others. They say we are self mutilators That we don’t know how to handle our pain so we turn...
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Break It
Give me a heart And ill break it my fist pounds With these words Smashed like a paraplegic’s spine Into a millions shards of broken glass A heartbreak is not easily fixed You can’t super glue this pain back together Ill slowly seduce you into a comatose state And as soon as your angelic doors open Ready to accept this gift My love I will rip it from that protective cage...
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