Category Archives: spoken word

fear wrestling

The merlot on my tongue
won’t allow me to speak.

I stain my pillow with attached prayers of something
better
betwixt the Ghana of my mane.

Afraid,
I walk with a cane looped to my belt to beat a fall
design distance from cerebral lessons

fear wrestling.
I wear tight shoes to ensure carefully calculated steps
abandon spontaneity
and disavow chances and dances with love.

taken from the book:

PocketHoneyWindHips

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a Note on Time (meeting me2)

She left this morning.
conveniently smooth like tap water /
Promises taped to her right palm for her to befriend the wild with food

She just wanted to be great.
Capsize time and defend her sister and brother
Look her father in the eye with familiar
Write down her Grandmother’s genius words
Learn the earth at the expense of her Grandfather’s back

She came. / throttled tone with soprano cheeks
shy girl
social as corners
barely

Intimately speaking is how she preferred things
but stories pierced her earlobes
diamonds to shine / hoops to dangle
pages to escape poverty

Like you / she survived through chances
stand offs against never and silence
She left this morning
after a cup of coffee
but prepared these words for you.

panther

How black can a panther get?
How high is serious set?
Know melanin and let
Evolve / I then bet
Set the panther inside loose
then serious you’ve met.

panther

A lil R&R (a poem)

He said, “as sure as I’m sitting here / I shouldn’t be”
Playing on the devil’s playground / He had 3 bullets with my name on it
1 still in me
scratching his goatee & lifting his chin / he said he know why he’s still here

And it was because of something higher than the roof of that burrito joint
It was higher than the lamp post that shone on us through the tinted windows
It was higher than the billboard telling us what to drink to enjoy our evening
It was higher than the ghetto bird shining on it all
Higher than his weekly 3 g salary
Even higher than the overpopulated heaves of black men that are now angels

It was high enough to take away his foul ways of breath & pump his blood pure enough to unite with his original
7colors&7heavens&7sacraments&7sciences&7spiritual forces

Now he knows what being a G is all about.

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Why Promise

All I know is

he can’t feed them
and out of the pack
one is a sheep / and the other wolves
and they are leading the masses in the darkness of the forest.

sheepandwolf

Their duality dwells low

so the teaching of climbing the oak tree to rattle the
leaves is not a thought
no home based knowledge to stir up conversation
simmer and brew some intellect

he just likes the attention
so he performs poetry.

from the poetry book, Pocket Honey, Wind & Hips

about the ribbons

Maybe it’s not stating a prison number instead of your name
but for certain a wrist badge with your birthdate
and a, “tell us your full name please”
becomes your identity until salaries are paid.
Until bills are made and passed
to keep the torture going.
/ lobotomies remain a threat for those who imply an uprising
of thoughts

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It’s ok girl,
You don’t have to join the ribbons just yet / if ever.
believe what you want
It’s ok girl,
You don’t have to play pretend they’re fundraising for a cure.
go on and be sugar cane
Let them know your sweetness is going to be hard to get
go and let them know  / you know
they got the cure
It’s hiding in the overhead coverages
of their non-profits
It’s ok curly/short haired girl,
show that drug infused swollen body
snap that thick neck and roll your eyes
go on and show them your scarred up chest
your burnt cleavage and peeling skin
show that radiation racing to your clavicle
the rawness under your breast
show how you still here  / cause like millions of others,
you tricked your body into dying to stay alive.
It’s ok girl,
You know the power of now
cause twice you had thoughts of tomorrow
being ok not to come
Naw, don’t be ashamed!
no time for that when the value of every second is gold.
when you were still granted a sunrise and a desk topped with
paper and pens

It’s ok if you don’t feel like pretending today.
If you don’t feel like walking with the crowd
cause you can’t keep up yet / shoes snug around freshly grown back toe nails
go on and sit .
think about things.
the words, will come to you as they always have.

You don’t have to join the ribbons just yet / if ever.

Her Side

She say for her family
she do what she can
when in reality it be for her
man / who wants a mother like her son

so she wipe both they asses and then her tears cause it be from the same shit

Too tired more/more tired than her mother who taught her how to stay
who lived and died the same way
the palm reader etched on her palm
now that she know/she can remain calm
when he come to bed smelling like fuck nut
and dried saliva.

He’ll say it’s all in her head
so she have nightmares of
forever being a fool.

from the book,

PocketHoneyWindHips

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