Favorite post of November 2017. My baby girl and I!!
Favorite post of September 2017. This poem is really about the murder of my Grandfather Louis Glenn and the murder of Mr. Frank Hickmond(my father’s father in law), and the pain behind my mother’s and step-mother’s eyes.
Left Eye- 1986
Something about that sound touched my pain…just like when those shots ripped through my grandfather’s frame…learned as a toddler that life wasn’t a game…another black man slain…another black families pain…so many tears that couldn’t be washed away by the rain…the sun can’t bring brightness to the darkness in my brain…..14 yrs and some change later it was deja vu again…as I held my baby brother I feared his mother was going through the same anguish as my mother…those fears held true…more tears fell too…situations that can break you are usually the situations that will make you…certain shit you just can’t shake loose…the more you struggle the tighter the noose…heads held high…won’t succumb to living like victims, shit we rather die…instead of sinking we decide to rise…but beware you have no idea the type of pain that’s hidden behind those eyes….
Favorite Post of August 2017. This quote is perfect. Too many people in our community who become activist get popular and forget what they are fighting for. Please take heed.
Too many so-called leaders of the movement have been made into celebrities and their revolutionary fervor destroyed by mass media. They become Hollywood objects and lose identification with the real issues. The task is to transform society; only the people can do that.
Favorite post of June 2017. When life gets hard you, “Can’t Fold”
Back against the wall….legs weak…can’t stand and can’t fall…what are my choices…stay focused and don’t listen to those negative voices…it’ll all work out so in the mean time just work it out…no time for self-pity…when you get stuck in the pit you have to get gritty….be your own hero and save yourself…most times nobody will come when you wave for help….most will never understand the pain you feel or the pain you felt…you still breathing…so stop trying to be and start being…stop following and start leading…study and start reading…and watch how all of your obstacles start leaving.
My favorite post of May 2017. My poetry is me. My poetry is my favorite music. Nuff said.
Searching for but I can’t find the music….So I create my own so I can relax and unwind to it….my breath creates a rhythm so my life can rhyme to it….my visions bring the blind to it…inhaled pain and my mind blew it…the search for truth has me confined to it…a continuous flow there’s no rewind to it…my song is infinite so don’t put a time to it…it’s my song so I don’t need you to co-sign to it….