Poetry Blogs (black lives matter)
Elijah was walking back with iced tea he got from the store,
But he “looked sketchy” so the police arrested him and threw him to the floor.
They placed him in a carotid hold until he could not breathe anymore,
Which led to his heart attack and he later died from all the suffering he endured.
So we played violins for him hoping he would play with us from heaven.
Except it w...
Saturday 27th February 2021 11:20 am
The rainbow that coloured the nations heart,
The sole stroke triggering Black Lives Matter to start.
Forged to dismantle the despotic system,
By using peaceful protests forcing the government to listen.
So they marched together to stand up against institutionalised hate,
Because at 17 years young it was too early to see heaven’s gates.
As he walked home with a bag of skitt...
Friday 26th February 2021 1:30 pm
The Black voice is electrifying.
Bringing forth worlds never imagined,
From dominions in Africa to mystical spheres unheard of.
Telling tales of majestic beings, kings, queens and the simple Black girl next door.
The Black voice. Telling Black stories.
We need Black literature because it shows
That our stories matter.
That our histories are worth sharing.
Thursday 8th October 2020 1:26 pm
Criticized, Plagiarized, Ostracized, … Still, we are Here!
Survivors, Overcomers, … Strength to Persevere!
But we’ll settle with Equality, Transparency and a system that’s Fair!
No More… No longer... We won’t accept despair!
We’re not playing games, and we have no more fear!
We’ll March... We’ll Riot... and We’ll tear down your town’s square!
Black Lives Matter!
Thursday 13th August 2020 6:20 am
On your knees
It’s not an instruction
It’s a threat
Because your skin
Are a weapon
So you drop
You drop like Trayvon’s skittles
You drop like Tamir’s BB pellets
You drop like Michael’s cigars
Or you drop dead.
Each breath could be your last
Breathe breathe breathe
I can’t breathe
Please, please, I can’t breath...
Wednesday 10th June 2020 1:09 am
Across the centuries
A clanging sound
The clang of a statue
As it falls to the ground
The clang of ideology
Toppling from its perch
The clang of the chains
And the swish of the birch
The clang of a bell
Ringing across the land
The clang of the people
As they make a stand
The clang of oppression
And the clang of the strange
And the clang...
Monday 8th June 2020 2:53 pm
Calling onto the masses
Whom no amount of classes
Would open their eyes
To the hate and despise
That people of colour receive
And how their hearts grieve
To the endless blood shed
And countless bodies dead
To years of uncalled for attacks
And merciless whacks
To all the foolish, never forget
That you are in great debt
To all the souls you have scarred
And dead bodies you disregard
Wednesday 3rd June 2020 2:54 am
TRIGGER WARNING: contains profanity and quoted use of racist language
What Have You Got?
What have you got
When you haven’t got a tweet
That will work on the masses
And keep them off the street
When your corrupt policies
Are all laid bare
And the people are as unruly
As your fake blonde hair
What have you got
When it all goes South
In pillow case ...
Tuesday 2nd June 2020 2:38 pm
I saw a young man kneel today
He hung his head as if to pray
But he would take a life away
To honour and protect they say
Another black man has to die
Before the country questions why
They let enforcers kill and lie
and let another mother cry
Fear and hate mix with malice
A city faces the abyss
A cocktail of vinegar and piss
On the streets o...
Thursday 28th May 2020 2:35 pm
Deep is the dampness settling upon my brown skin.
A layered onion would not succumb to its
An Oregon rain is persistent, precipitated by
a scowl of dirty clouds, a Creole-colored frown,
its sound preceding as if pitter-pattering feet running
free like caribou on an open plain.
Nothing tastes better than Jovino's Pinot Gris,
recommended by Emily, a wine...
Friday 22nd March 2019 1:47 am
Come down from among the Clouds
Come down from among the clouds and seat yourselves.
I will set plates for y'all. There will be no wooden flatware,
no metal cups, certainly no raggedy napkins. The ceramic
made in China, flatware in the USA, tempered glass in
Argentina, and napkins cut and sewn by a little old colored
lady in Little Rock, Arkansas, while her great granddaughter...
Friday 1st March 2019 12:38 am