The Poetree

I want to step into his presence like a pair of slacks, be wrapped in his grace like a leather jacket, I desire to bathe in his spirit, I want to feel his support like one of my best bras, I want to dine with him at the best restaurants and dance with him till the sun comes up, I want to sit and talk with him for hours, and walk with him along the shore as the sun goes down, I want to taste him in my morning coffee and feel him in the twilight hours. Good Morning God thank you for loving me, and those that make up my tapestry. Today do you know how you want to intertwine your day with Jesus, I need the door to open, there is no way to the father but threw the Son, he won’…

SPRING SEASON DAY, BUT INNER ENVISION OF WINTER SNOWING.WARM OUTSIDE, BUT INNER ENVISIONS OF WINTER BREEZE BLOWING..EVERYWHERE FLOWERS BLOOMING WITH DEEP GREEN LEAVES...BUT ENVISIONS OF BLACK COMMUNITIES DARK AND BARE, LIKE LEAVELESS TREES..UPON TREE,GREEN LEAFY BRANCHES,SINGING ARE SPRING, BIRDS.BUT ENVISIONS OF BLACK COMMUNITIES, SILENCE LEAVES UPON THE GROUND WITHERED.NOW, RAP MUSIC LOUD IN BLACK COMMUNITIES AND GHETTOS..BUT INNER ENVISIONS OF BLACK COMMUNITIES,MORE SILENT,THAN THE SILENT WINTER FALLING SNOW.WARM OUTSIDE, BUT INNER ENVISIONS OF A WINTER BREEZE..WONDERING OF THESE ENVISIONS, THEN IT DAWNED ON ME..THE INNER ENVISIONS IN MY MIND THAT WS SHOWN.…

Misty. Rainy. Swamp,In. Th. Louisiana. Bayou. Voodoo. Priestess. McQueen ,Conjures. A. Demon.From. Her. Voodoo..In. The Swamp,After. Midnight. Racist. White. Men. Loud. In. The Moonlight. They Put Black Mannequins On Trees..To Swing Back. And. Forth,In The Breeze..The Racist White Men Begin Hearing Sounds,of Howling. Coming Near Them,Loud Sounds Of. Growling..The Racist Men See A Large Black Wolf ,On Two Legs,Stand. The Werewolf Begins Circling Each Racist White Man..With. Terror. Walking. Slow,They,,Pause. As. They. See,The Werewolf,Large. Teeth. And. Claws.The. Racist,Men,. With. Horrifying ,Screams. And. Shrieks. . Each.…

It. Was. A. Rainy Night. ,Like. This. Not. Long. Ago,,My. Beloved. And. I,Each. Other. We Cannot. Resist. . In. A. Lovers. Embrace We. Begin To,Kiss.. To Old Soul Love Songs We Dance Slow.. Remembering ,As , I Watch The Rain Upon The Window.. . Love. Making,The ,Sensation. . Surrendering To Desires ,The Vibrations.. Like A ,Wild,Fire. Our Passion Did Grow... Remembering As I Watch The ,Rain Upon The Window.....Enjoying The Bliss And Ecstasy.. Throbbing. And Aching Our Bodies.. Smiles. And. Pleasures. We,Enjoy,The. Afterglow..Remembering. As. I. Watch. The. Rain. Upon ,The. Window...

DAY DREAMING,THE BAHAMAS,ALL IN MY MIND..IN MY MIND I CAN FEEL THE SEA BREEZE.. OBSERVING NATIVE GIRLS DANCING UNDER PALM TREES...FEELS CLOSE, BUT THE BAHAMAS IS FARAWAY..THE BAHAMAS DREAMING,ON A CONFINED GHETTO WINTER DAY...SIPPING ON A NON ALCOHOLIC DRINK,HELD IN MY HAND..WALKING BARE FEET UPON THE ISLAND WHITE SAND..WATCHING THE SEA BIRDS AS THEY LAND THEN FLY AWAY... THE BAHAMAS DREAMING, ON A CONFINED GHETTO WINTER DAY...LOOKING OUT INTO THE OCEAN, HEARING THE ROAR..WATCHING THE PELICANS AND SEA GULLS WANDERING UPON THE SHORE..PEACEFUL MEDITATION,AS UPON THE ISLAND GROUND I LAY..THE BAHAMAS DREAMING, ON A CONFINED GHETTO WINTER DAY.....WITHIN BLUE OCEAN WAV…

As. We. Speak. Black. History ,Black. Men. We. Need. To. Organize ,Black. Unity...We. Need. To. Embrace. Kwanzaa. Principles. To ,Transform. Each. Black. Community. Black. Men. Stop. Running. ,Away. From. Responsibility...You. Need. To. Be. Involved. In. Raising ,Your. Family ..Speak. And. Treat. Black. Women., Respectively...Teach. Black. Children. Black. History.....And., Embrace Black. Spirituality. ,To. End. The. White. Supremacy., ,Religion. Of. Christianity.......!!!!!!!!!

Envision. As I Begin .To Describe. Forgotten. Black. History -Horror Of Jesse Washington Burned Alive.. It. Was 1916 --,Beneath, A Waco ,Texas Sun. When The Lynching Of Black, Teenager Jesse Washington Had Begun .He Was Found Guilty -_----Of Raping,Killing. A White Woman,Demon White Mob -Dragged Jesse Washington. Out Of The Courtroom Naked,,They -Cut Off,His Penis And Fingers. For .Him ,They Built A -Bonfire..The Torturing And Burning .Of Jesse Washington Went -On For Two,Hours. Many Children Among The 10,000 -Spectators..Like,Jackals, Morbid Hyenas, White Demon -.Crowd,Laughed And Jumped About. As Jesse -Washington,From, The Burning Pain,Did Cry And Shout..Then -T…

Black. Communities. This. Time. Every. Year.. The. Virgin. Birth. ,Savior. Story. Black. Communities. Forced. To. Hear. .....For. Money. ,Preachers. Reading. Bible. Scriptures. ..Knowing. This. Virgin. Birth ,Savior. Story. Came. From. Similar. Stories. From. Other. Cultures. Years. And. Years. Earlier. ....Christmas. Day. In. Black. Communities. ,Everywhere. ....Do. Not. Be. Surprised. To. See. In. Black. Churches. ,And. Black. Communities. A. Jesus. Image. Of. A. White. Baby. With ,,Blue. Eyes. ,And. With. Blond. Hair......

53rd Day of ‪#‎BlackHistoryMonth‬: Writer, Educator, Filmmaker, Activist, Poet, Kalamu ya Salaam Born March 24, 1947 Kalamu was one the the first supporters of AALBC.com and he taught me a lot.

Black love, Afrocentric love, I got you, unclear of who we are, but your aura got me stuck type love. That love that thumps you in the back of your neck while pulling at your nappy edge type love. That lace front removal, show you my real edges, I got my Vaseline and tennis shoes, pull off my hoops, type love. That pop off my nails, snatch of that ponytail, I am going to get you sucker type love. That tattoo of your face on my behind, I will risk it all to see you one more time type love. That throwing caution to the wind, ride or die, I need your smile type love. That loving hard, romantic is your arms type love, That dropping it like…

Howdy, JRO! I entered this piece in a contest and WON! I should have answered, "I am addicted 2 "TEXTING!" lol! Enjoy, & have a nice weekend, LL!! Addicted You didn’t put a needle in my arm, But you stuck a dagger in my heart. You are slowly killing me. You didn’t put a noose around my head, But I was like your puppy on a leash. You are slowly killing me. You didn’t put a gun to my head, But you played games with my mind. You are slowly killing me. Why do I keep craving for you? I am addicted to you. I am slowly dying. © Nubianpoet 2000 I just got back from Florida and I froze my butt off!!!

WE SHOULD REFLECT AND SHOW RESPECT FOR BLACK HISTORY SACRIFICES.IF WE WENT BY THE KWANZAA PRINCIPLES WE COULD SOLVE SOME OF OUR OWN PROBLEMS.IT AMAZES ME THAT BLACK COMMUNITIES CANNOT GO BY THE KWANZAA PRINCIPLES, BUT THEN WE HAVE JUDASES IN LEADERS, AND THE CHURCH...

Black. Crack. Cocaine. Users. ,Increase. The. Crack. Cocaine. ,Selling. Gangsters. And. Crack. Houses. In. Black. Communities ,Everywhere ..Bringing. More. Misery. ,Pain. And. Despair.....Black ,Man. Crack. Cocaine. He. Is. Using. ,His. Body. He. Is. Abusing. ,His,Mind. He. Is. Losing......Wanting. Crack. Cocaine. More., And,More.. He. Becomes. A. Criminal. Robbing. Houses. And. ,Robbing. Stores...Black. Woman. In. The. Rain. ,No Matter., The,Season. On. The. Street.... Money. For. Crack. Cocaine. ,She,Sells. Her. Body. To. Unknown. Men. She. Meet...This ,Black ,Genocide. For. Racist. White. Politicians. To. Maintain ...They. ,Bring,In. Cocaine. From. Other. Countries.…

WITH A BLACK QUEEN, ON A RAINY EVENING.LISTENING TO JAZZ MUSIC IS VERY PLEASING..JAZZ MUSIC HELPS THE MOOD FEELS SO FINE..BRINGS SOOTHING MEDITATION TO THE SOUL AND MIND..COLTRANE AND GROVER WASHINGTON JR. SOULFULLY FLOWING..MILES AND YARD BIRD PARKER SINFULLY BLOWING..PLAYING AND SINGING,DIZZY GILLESPIE AND SATCHMO..FATS WALLER,OSCAR PETERSON AND THEOLONIUS MONK PLAYING JAZZ ON PIANO..DUKE ELLINGTON,COUNT BASIE, EACH WITH THEIR ORCHESTRAS..WYNTON, BRADFORD AND THE OTHER MARSALIS BROTHERS.SARAH VAUGHN,BILLIE HOLIDAY,ELLA FITZGEARLD THEIR VOICES SOULFULLY SMOOTH.DEXTER GORDON,CANNONBALL ADDERLY, ,ORNATTE COLEMAN BRING STRONG GROOVES..DANCING, CLAPPING HANDS ,ENJ…

OH WHEN I THINK OF MY LONG SUFFERING RACE.FOR WEARY CENTURIES DESPISED OPPRESSED.ENSLAVED AND LYNCHED DENIED A HUMAN PLACE..IN THE GREAT LIFE LINE OF THE CHRISTIAN WEST.AND IN THE BLACK LAND DISINHERITED.ROBBED IN THE ANCIENT COUNTRY OF IT'S BIRTH..MY HEART GROWS SICK WITH HATE BECOMES AS LEAD.FOR THIS MY RACE HAS NO HOME ON EARTH.THEN FROM THE DARK DEPTHS OF MY SOUL I CRY..TO THE AVENGING ANGEL MY SOUL TO CONSUME.THE WHITE MAN'S WORLD OF WONDER, UTTERLY..LET IT BE SWALOWED UP IN EARTH'S GREAT WOMB.OR UPWARD ROLL IT AS SACRIFICIAL SMOKE..TO LIBERATE MY PEOPLE FROM IT'S YOKE.///.

One body, One individual, breaking off into many pieces all flowing in different directions, Each of us represent a different choice made, and to think there are just that many choices, There is one end for us all where we return to the beginning. Imagine one man, and each part of him walking away, knowing what they desire with no real plan, never thinking to look back, because every part thinks they understand. Picture the ocean in spite of the sea, never apart, one body, but the reality is every part is a separate drop. some rise into the sky, take flight embrace life. others breakaway to form ponds, rivers and lakes. More bea…

MY WORDS TO BLACK WOMEN IN THE GHETTO./STRONG BLACK QUEENS,YOURSELF YOU SHOULD DEFINE.NOT LETTING GHETTO REALITY HAVE YOU IN CONFINED..FROM THE GHETTO,YOURSELF YOU MUST SAVE..TO RISE WITH REIGN LIKE THE SUN AND THE OCEAN WAVES..CONFIDENCE IN YOURSELF, YOU MUST BELIEVE.WITH AMBITION AND DETERMINATION YOU CAN ACHIEVE .NOT LETTING A CONTROLLING AND DISRESPECTING MAN HAVE YOU ENSLAVED.TO RISE WITH REIGN LIKE THE SUN AND THE OCEAN WAVES.....FOR OTHER GHETTO WOMEN, BE A BEACON OF INSPIRATION.LET YOUR VOICE BE LOUD, BRINGING MOTIVATION..DESIRES, AND DESTINY HEIGHTS YOU MUST CRAVE..TO RISE WITH REIGN LIKE THE SUN AND THE OCEAN WAVES....TRANSFORMATION OF YOUR MIND A…

Africa,If. I. Could. Go. On. Safari. There. Would. It. Be. Thriving,Or. Because. Of. Man's Greed,Would. It. Be. Bare.The. Mountains,Waterfall,Rainforest,Deserts,,Among. The. Landscape. Would. There Be. Leopards And Cheetahs. Hunting,, Impalas,, Gazelles,Trying to Escape? .Would There Be Giraffes Walking In. A,Brief Rain? Buffalo,Zebras,Wildebeest Upon The Savannah And,Plains? Would There Be Elephants,Black Rhinos ,Hippos ,By,The,River Zambezi ? Would There Be Gorillas And Chimpanzee,In,Trees? Wandering. Among. The. Ancient. Dying, ,,Baobab ,Trees..THinking ,. About. The. Children. That. Have. Died. From. Wars,Famine. And. Disease..Would. There…

Dear Chocolate Brotha, I love you so much because I can see it in your beautiful eyes – Your determination, your fight, your struggle, your perseverance. You have that spirit that gives you the courage to withstand all obstacles. That spirit that measures your man-hood, that defies defeat - that spirit in which your mother’s breasts nourished you for what’s to come, makes me fall in love with you over and over, again. Your eyes tell about the passion you have for family. I see the pain in your eyes, frustrated that you have to work twice as hard to get a nod - having to pat your own self on the back when you know that recognition …

I missed you, you were here and then gone, no one even saw you go, you didn’t wave, I just didn’t see those eyes anymore, and yes it was lonely, wondering what it was like to have someone like you, I felt like I think a piano would if some keys were missing, I could get threw some of the melody but a lot of it was messy, the keys didn’t flow right, I fought for the right tune, the correct tone, but with the origin of the stokes missing the melody changed, it was gone. It was rough, there are times I forget you, but I always at the same time knew you were missing, I heard myself asking questions to turn for an answer to almost hear you whisper as your silhouette faded i…

Tried to find some info on this poet but scoured the site and found nothing. Had to resort to Wikipedia. Her name has popped up a few times in a recent book I read.

GHETTO NIGHT IS DARK, NOT JUST BECAUSE IT IS NIGHT.UNSEEN THINGS,SEEN THINGS,GO ON WITHIN THE MOONLIGHT.BENEATH THE GHETTO'S MOONLIGHT GLOW.BLACK MEN SEE OTHER BLACK MEN, NOT FRIEND BUT FOE.BLACK MEN ON THE GHETTO GROUND LIE BELOW.. FALLEN,GANGSTERS BLOOD LIKE THE RIVER FLOWS.GANGSTERS WRATH WARS STRONG AS A STORM WIND BLOWS.GHETTO CORNERS,PIMP COMMANDS,THEIR PROSTITUTES FOLLOW..BLACK PEOPLE HAVING SEX WITHOUT PROTECTION, COULD GET HIV VIRUS,AIDS,THIS THEY KNOW..BLACK CHURCH NIGHT,FALSE PROPHETS,,BLACK SOULS FALL LIKE THE RAIN AND SNOW.UNSEEN DRUG SUPPLIERS, TO BLACK COMMUNITIES ,COCAINE BRUNG AS SOON AS THE COCAINE CROP GROWS....SELF DISCIPLINE,SELF CONTROL, WILL …

CHRISTMAS DAY, JOYFUL SOUNDS ECHO,DING,DING,DONG, DING ,DONG DING..ELDER PREACHER FRANKLIN THE OLD BLACK CHURCH BELL HE JOYFULLY RINGS..THE CHURCH BELL CELEBRATE JESUS BIRTH LONG, LONG AGO..LYING IN THE MANGER WITH A GRACEFUL HEAVENLY GLOW.SOON ELDER FRANKLIN'S SERMON OF A BLACK JESUS TO THE CONGREGATION HE WILL BRING./JOYFULLY, LOUDLY SOON THE OLD BLACK CHURCH CHOIR, WILL BEGIN TO SING.ELDER PREACHER FRANKLIN'S SERMON OF A BLACK JESUS IN THE MANGER SO CLEAR THEY CAN SEE IT..ELDER PREACHER FRNKLIN'S SERMON OF BLACK ANGELS SINGING AT JESUS BIRTH SO NEAR THEY CAN HEAR IT...THE OLD BLACK CHURCH, AFTER THE PEOPLE …

IN A BLACK CHURCH,SUNDAY MORNING.FROM A JOYFUL NOISE,HALLEUJAH MOTION IS JOYFULLY FORMING...DRUMS,GUITARS,PIANO SOUNDING,THE CHOIR SINGING..ELDER BLACK PREACHER,SOUL STIRRING SERMON HE'S BRINGING.../ELDER PREACHER'S VOICE UPLIFTING,SOUL SHIFTING,CONGREGATION IS LEVITATING AROUND THE THRONE.DANCING DOWN THE AISLE,THEY HAVE THEIR PRAISE DANCE ON////.HOLY GHOST SEEM SO NEAR TO THEM///.VISION OF A BLACK CHRIST,SO CLEAR THEY CAN SEE HIM/// FREE WITHIN THEMSELVES,SPIRITS BRIGHT AS THE MOON,STARS AND SUN'S GLOW..NO MORE MISLED, SPIRITUALLY ENSLAVED BY PROPHET SEEKING PREACHERS,THEY GOT RID OF THAT HEAVY LOAD..THEIR MINDS AND SOULS TO HEAVEN THEY JOYFULLY RA…

Hello, I am the Author of Feelings Inside Of Me, A Collection Of Inspirational Poetry To Touch The Heart & Open The Soul. I am a Team Co-Host with Authors Supporting Authors-Independent Artist Magazine: http://www.feelingsinsideofjmavis.com/. I am a Creative Writer and Motivational Speaker. Welcome to my world everyone.

Hello world, I am here, it may not be significant to you, but it means the world to some, in spite of the dim sunrise my smile is attempting to be on display, We all should get up and at the least feel that way, there are arms waiting for us all, even when it does not appear that we are important to anyone, the truth we are more than important to someone because everyone is linked in one fashion or another, we are connected in a stare glare smile, or swear, we impact one another, we affect each other, we matter, we are important precious divine one of a kind gifts of light, embarking on a darkness that needs our presence to have a purpose, seems strange, but strange is…

I am very disappointed in what women have subjected them too, what we as a gender consider tolerable, it’s in every encounter, in the very way that we move. It disgust me, leaves a foul taste in my mouth, because what they have done is neglected the truth, forgotten what doesn’t change is the so called golden rules, we are caught up and off by lies and deceit, by thinking it takes a man for a woman to be complete, and I have said it before and I will say again, you don’t have to lower your standard or be a beneficial friend, Friends with benefits, it’s not conducive to the plan, he’ll fall short from his responsibility if you do…

FROM READING AND HEARING ABOUT LONG AGO WHEN BLACK FOLKS WERE IN ACTION....THERE WERE STRONG BLACK VOICES THAT ORGANIZED MOTIVATION...FOR BLACK PROGRESS THINGS HAD TO BE PUT IN MOTION.SINCE THE DEVIL'S POLITICAL SEEDS WERE BRINGING BLACK ANIHILATION..FOR BLACK EQUALITY, THERE HAD TO BE WITH THE DEVIL ORGANIZED CONFRONTATIONS..FOR BLACK EQUALITY THERE HAD TO BE SACRIFICES ,FOR A BLACK REALITY TRANSFORMATION.EMIT TILL,MEDGER EVERS ALL THE LYNCHING AND HANGING SUCH BLACK DEVASTATION..THE MARCHING,BUS BOYCOTTS , BLACK FOLKS WERE IN UNITY FORMATION..THE CHURCH LED BY REV. MARTIN LUTHER KING,WAS A PLACE OF STRATEGY, AND SPIRITUAL ELEVATION...BLACK PEOPLE WERE TOGETHER…

As I got back into my workout regimen last weekend, I was in my feelings about all the things that had taken place lately. I needed an outlet, so I decided to write this poem. Shattered windows. Shattered dreams. Ulterior motives it seems. Pieces of him. Pieces of me. It’s just too bad the blind are the first to see. Legacies undone. A man gone before the sun. Set on his life. Fatherless kids gloom amongst the ranks. Souls torn for they have witnessed the Shawshank before the redemption. It’s sad because some may never get this. The past remain the present with heavily coated makeup. Covering up all the blemishes. Showing the beautiful exterior when it the interior t…

FROM READING AND HEARING ABOUT LONG AGO WHEN BLACK FOLKS WERE IN ACTION....THERE WERE STRONG BLACK VOICES THAT ORGANIZED MOTIVATION...FOR BLACK PROGRESS THINGS HAD TO BE PUT IN MOTION.SINCE THE DEVIL'S POLITICAL SEEDS WERE BRINGING BLACK ANIHILATION..FOR BLACK EQUALITY, THERE HAD TO BE WITH THE DEVIL ORGANIZED CONFRONTATIONS..FOR BLACK EQUALITY THERE HAD TO BE SACRIFICES ,FOR A BLACK REALITY TRANSFORMATION.EMIT TILL,MEDGER EVERS ALL THE LYNCHING AND HANGING SUCH BLACK DEVASTATION..THE MARCHING,BUS BOYCOTTS , BLACK FOLKS WERE IN UNITY FORMATION..THE CHURCH LED BY REV. MARTIN LUTHER KING,WAS A PLACE OF STRATEGY, AND SPIRITUAL ELEVATION...BLACK PEOPLE WERE TOGETHER…

ARLINGTON,NOON DAY,SILENT RAIN FALLS UPON ENDLESS WHITE CROSSES..PLACE WHERE THIS COUNTRY HONORS SOME OF IT'S WAR LOSSES..A BLACK SOLDIER LIES WITHIN A HORSE DRIVEN CARRIAGE THAT CAME DOWN THE STREET... FOLLOWED BY A GENERAL,MILITARY BAND AND SOLDIERS ON MARCHING FEET...MILITARY BAND PLAYS THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER,,SILENT CROWD,SOME SALUTE, AMERICAN FLAG SOME WAVE..HONORING AND RESPECTING THE SACRIFICE THAT HE GAVE..THE MILITARY CHOIR BEGINS SINGING HYMNS OF INSPIRATION.CARRYING HIM,THE SOLDIERS ARE IN SILENT FORMATION.....HE WAS IN A FOREIGN LAND DEFENDING AMERICA,THE RED , WHITE AND BLUE..IN HIS OWN COUNTRY HATED AND CONDEMNED BECAUSE HIS SKIN WAS A DARKER HUE....HE …

Almost Christmas,Preacher Dexter Eddie Bailey Drives Into The Church Parking Lot,His Rolls Royce.His Church Congregation,Has Made Him Their Salvation Choice. The Cries Of Poverty Communities,The Homeless And Poor,Not Hearing Their Voice. How Dare Upon Him They Intrude. Wanting Shelter,Clothes And Food. Preacher Dexter Eddie Bailey To His Congregation Speaks,Time For Another Holiday Offering To Begin.Last Month Holiday Offering Helped The Preacher Buy His Wife A Mercedes Benz..Preacher Not Seeing The Old Blankets The Homeless Lie Under..Not Seeing Children Wandering Around In Hunger. Preacher Not Seeing Those Desolate And Poor.Just Down The Street From The Church Door. P…

Beneath. Africa's. Sun,Relentless Heat. Beams. Down. Upon. The Sahara. Desert,Scorching. Sand.. Beauty. And. Danger,This. Naked. Land. Ancient. Tribes. Found. Away. To,Survive. Amazingly. In. Some. Places. Plants. And. Animals,Thrive..Like. The. Waves. Upon. The. Ocean.. Sahara. Sand,Shifting. In. Motion.....From. The. Scorching. Sand,Toward,A. Tree,An. Egyptian. Cobra. Slither..Upon. A. Animal. Carcass,Are. The. Vultures... When. Travelling. The. Sahara. ,Parched. Tongue,Parched. Skin,So. Many. Miles,To. Cross.. Death. For. Someone. Alone,Or. Someone. Who,Gets. Lost.....Tribe. Women, Ancient. Tribal. Songs,they. Sang.. While. The. Tribal. Elder,To. The. God. …

WITHIN AMERICAN FLAGS RAISED ,EACH DAY AS THE SUN RISE..THE AMERICAN BALD EAGLE ABOVE FREELY FLIES..SHE ALONG WITH HISTORIC IMAGES,LIKE THE WHITE HOUSE,LIBERTY BELL AND STATUE OF LIBERTY.THE FIRST LADY MICHELLE OBAMA IN THIS LAND OF THE FREE..HER ANCESTORS WERE SLAVES ON SLAVE PLANTATIONS..NOW SHE IS THE FIRST LADY IN THIS GREAT NATION...HER HUSBAND THE PRESIDENT,WHO WAS BORN IN THIS COUNTRY,HIS SELF DISCIPLINE SHE HELPS HIM MAINTAIN..DEMONIC PEOPLE,AN ANGRY BLACK MAN ,THEY WANT HIS SOUL AND MIND TO CONTAIN..DESPITE DEMONIC PEOPLE,TRYING TO MAKE HER AN ANGRY BLACK WOMAN,SHE PEACEFUL AND CALM LIKE THE RIVER'S FLOW..HER SPIRIT SHINES BRIGHT AS THE SUMMER SUN'S GLOW....C…

Your Favorite. Flowers. Put. Upon Your. Grave,With. Love. And. Respect..Back. Home. Your. Life ,Family. And. Friends. Reflect.. Your,Favorite. Cake Is On Display.. We. Remember You On , Your,Birthday. You Are Missed So Much. . So Many Lives You,Touched..With People Your Love Did Flow . From Your ,Wisdom,Many. Did Grow... With People Your Essence Was ,Bliss .Strangers To Us Say,You They Miss. Though You Are. No ,Longer,Living. Your Live ,, We Will Always Be Remembering..

Black. Boys. In. The. Library. ,They. Love. To. Learn. And. Read...They. Have. Been. Taught. In. Themselves. They. Should. ,Believe....They. Have. Been. Taught. They. Should. Embrace., ,Education. And. Knowledge. To. Succeed. . .They. Have. Been. ,Taught. ,Despite. Racism. ,Segregation. And. Poverty. ,Greatness ,,Black. People. Have. Achieved. ....They. Have. Been. Taught. They,,Should. Embrace. The. Kwanzaa. Principles. To. Be., Positive,,,Examples. , So. They. Can. , Positively. Lead........

Don't judge her, So many think they want to be me, I just want God to free me, because none of them really sees me, or they would believe in a enemy, and when you look at me what do you really see, do you see a stranger, I feel so much anger, it was caused by a decision gone bad. I thought it was a thing I needed to have, now I just feel sad. because it's all gone really bad, I tried to maneuver around it but nothing was clear in my mine then, she wasn't looking at me, she was searching for a friend then, she heard my heart hit the ground but she never even turned around, I was shouting real loud, I am here, but she lost me in the crowd, looking for the face in the mirror…

ANOTHER BLACK MAN,RELEASED FROM CONFINE.IS HE FREE ,HIS SOUL AND MIND/.WHILE IN CONFINE,OF HS SELF, WAS THERE OBSERVATION/.BEFORE RELEASED,OF HIS SELF,WAS THERE A TRANSFORMATION/.RETURNING TO THE BLACK COMMUNITY,WILL HE BE A FIEND/.WITH BLACK WOMEN,WILL HE CALL THEM NAMES OBSCENE/.FORMER PIMP,YOUNG BLACK WOMEN, WILL HE TRY TO LURE/.IN THE BLACK COMMUNITY,WILL HE BE A SABOTEUR/.YOUNG MINDS,WILL HE BE A EXAMPLE OF MOTIVATION/..OLD GHETTO CRIMINAL FRIENDS,CAN HE AVOID THEM WITHOUT HESITATION/..RETURNING TO THE COMMUNITY,OF BLACK HISTORY SACRIFICES,CAN HE STOP AND REFLECT/.RETURNING TO THE COMMUNITY,CAN HE SHOW RESPECT.//

Nkeizna Holly ,Remembers How He Use To Hold Her In A Loving Embrace. Kiss Her With A Smile Upon His Face. Now ,He Beats Her ,In His Mind He Thinks It's Okay. She Knows She,Should Leave ,But She Decided To Stay. From Her Family,And Friends She Tries To Hide Bruises And Scars. He Begs Her For Forgiveness ,Says He Cannot Be Behind Bars...The Gladness,Sadness ,And Madness ,His Emotions ,Always In Disarray.. She Knows She Should Leave Him,But ,She Decided To Stay. She Wonders What Makes Him Go ,Insane. As He Ignores Her Cries And Pain. Nkeizna Holly,Upon The Floor Motionless She Lay. She Knew She Should Have Left Him ,But She Decided To Stay. Nkeizna Holly,,Boyfriend Henry…

His. Life. Was. Not. About. Positive. Purpose.. His. Life. Was. About-Money,Women,Revenge. And. Lust. Each. Day Of. The. Week . It-Was. Hustling. Times. In. Ghetto. Streets. Convinced. His. Gang-Members. Not. Important. Was. Education. Some. Of. His. Gang-Members. Dead. Some. In. Incarceration... Crack. Seller. And. Pimp -His. Crack. Addicts. Prostitutes. Their. Lives. He. Enslaved. Not. -Caring. If. They. Ended. Up. In. Graves.. ,He. Led. Many ,Gang. ,Drive. By's.. Not Caring. About. The. Innocent,When. Bulets,Begun. To. Fly -He. Became. What. His. -Father. Had. Been.. A. Not. Caring. ,,Not ,Concerned. Father. Of-Children... Poor. ,Struggling. Mother. No. Fa…

IF I PLAY THE JEMBE AFRICAN DRUM.SPIRITUAL JOURNEY TO AFRICA I WILL COME...SEEMS THE DRUM SPEAKS, ENVISIONS COME NEAR...IN MY MIND AND SOUL AFRICA APPEARS....IMAGING STANDING ON THIS OLD DARK LAND...SEEING MAASAI AND MANDINKA TRIBES JOURNEYING ACROSS THE KALAHARI DESERT SAND...SEEING, DANCING BARA DRUMS PLAYED BY A ZULU TRIBE...ECHOES OF ROARS BY A UNITY LIONESS LION PRIDE...UNITY ELEPHANT HERD, HEARING THEIR LOUD TRUMPET SOUND...SERENGETI, WILDEBEEST AND ZEBRA,THEIR THUNDERING HOOVES UPON THE GROUND..CALM,PEACEFUL MEDITATION BY VICTORIA WATERFALLS..STANDING BY MOUNT KILIMANJARO,HEARING BLACK EAGLES TO EACH OTHER SING AND CALL...CHIMPANZEE AND LOWLAND GORI…

Created in the image of he that created all The Goddess or deity stands in heaven’s halls, Making her way into places many fear to go, Her desire for knowledge surpasses excellence, While her story remains untold Her experience is apparent, it is found in every facial fold, Her beauty defines her fortitude; your future is her Goal To see tomorrow’s child and watch their dreams unfold To understand the fight yet venture past the obviously unknown The Goddess is the spirit that mothers from afar, Who lifts the broken hearted and with love helps us to embrace the scars. She is in essence that voice that says it is okay, …

In. Africa's. Cango Cave,Small. Pygmy. Tribe. Play . Their. Drums. They-Summon. The. Evil. Spirits. The. Shetani To. Come. It. Is. The. Evil. -White. Men. They. Seek,Upon. Black. Africans. Forcing. Their. Evil-Supremacy. Christanity. Poachers. Killing. Elephants And Rhinos For-Profit ,Killing. Africa's Endangered Species.. They Surround The -White Men ,They Are Unable To Flee. They Will Be Taken To --Madagascar To Be Eaten By The Man Eating Tree. The Evil White-Men. Chained. And. Shackled. Screaming. Shrieking ,Upon. The. Ground.. In. The. Trees. Creepy. Lemurs. Intrigued. By. The. Sound.---Beneath. The. African. Sun. The. White. M…

Racist. White. Christians. Speak. At. Their. Meeting ,,Christianity. And,Jesus. Has. Been. A. Valuable. Creation....Black. People. Have ,Embraced. Christianity. And. White. Jesus. For. Salvation ..Each ,Sunday. In. Black. Churches. For. Christian. White. Jesus. There. Is,Jubilation. .Amazing. Since. Christianity. Was. Forced. Tortured. ,Upon. Their. Ancestors. On. Slave. Plantations. ......Black. Preachers ,,Steal. The. Church. Money. ,And. Have. The. Congregation. ,Worshipping. A. White. Christian. Jesus. For. Motivation....Its. A. Good. Thing. For. Us. They. Do. Not. Embrace. Malcolm. X. Or That ,,Kwanzaa. ,We. Do. Not. Want. Black. Unity. In Our. Racist. White ,,Chr…

To. Your. Family. And. Friends,Have. You. Given. Love. ? ,From. Your. Family. And. Friends. Have. You. Received. Love?.Loves. Warm. Feeling,Like. Feeling. The. Warmth. From. The. Sun,, Above.. The. Greatest. Joy. In. Life. Is. Being. ,Loved.....

Hello Troy, I am seeking permission before I post. I wrote a piece the other day in response to yet another one of my former students getting in trouble for killing a peer by shooting him in the back. I cannot stand what is happening to these kids--the boys and the girls. This work is titled, What The F do You Want From Me? The "F" is of course spelled out. My first student, Earl Joseph, III, approximately two years ago, shot a man in the back after stealing cars. Earl was only 15 years old. When he was my student, he presented himself as this beautiful young man who possessed a gentle kindness and a smile that could light up the night's sky. I would hav…

Caution: This contains strong language. What The Fuck Do You Want From Me? “Son,” she said, “got to do yo’ work.” I ain’t got to do nothin’ Yeah, I’m angry—so what? What the fuck do you want from me? So now it’s all my fault. She can’t read or write eitha. Don’t want me around. He can’t read or write eitha. Neva wanted me from the beginning. Naw, I can’t read and write and fuck math and science--can’t do that neitha. “Son,” she said, “keep your head up and listen.” “Fuck you, leave me alone. I don’t know this stuff—hardly seen any …

Time is running into time. I am not sure if it is running in or out. I know It is moving as I am trying to get in but I think it is trying to leave me. Flashes of light pass me by, we sit quietly on the side lines trying to be polite. We think about the run but we fear the fight, and quite frankly we must understand that somethings are worth fighting for, and sometime we just need to face the fact that there is too much damage to repair and too much hurt to ignore. Gluttons for punishment, we describe what we see when we return to the scars barely able to breath, exhale, rapid breathing till your pale in the face, nowhere to run because time left you, you can’t win the ra…

I didn’t ask for this, I didn’t ask for you, I wasn’t waiting or watching. I was just there with my eyes opened shut. Now I cannot remember that moment, yet I know there was a moment, I know there was a day I stubbed my toes and fell face forward into your biosphere, but I did not look for your realm. One day as I strolled along my life there before me was a curve and I fearlessly walked in, not even thinking twice. That was the day that you world collided into mine. I wasn’t sure where I was but I felt the pain pushing past the place I stood, I stood still not even looking forward, oblivious that I was lost, no longer on my own, you had found my hand but I was so w…

The Winter Weather Outside Is Frightful. Inside With My Beloved,It Is Delightful. . Back Home After Late Christmas Shopping.And With Family And Friends Joyfully Caroling.. Beneath The Mistletoe We Embrace And Kiss. Within Feeling Of Warm Bliss..Outside As The Snow Falls And The Streets Are Glistening. We Next To The FirePlace,Sipping Swiss Mocha,,To Motown And Oscar Petersen Christmas Music We Are Listening....Christmas Day,, Despite The Cold Weather. Family And Friends Will Again Gather. Joyfully We Will Be Sharing And Giving.. Not Forgetting Family And Friends No Longer Living...As I Observed My Neighborhoods,Those In Despair,With Emptiness,,Not Religious,But I Must …