POETRY

April 4, 2017

“The Myth of John Brown”

Man this ally shit a myth

Who the fuck is John Brown?

I watched a room full of white folks sit silently and clap for a skinhead at an open mic night.
Your anti-racism is unfamiliar to me,
Please, elaborate.
40 degrees out in a sleeveless t-s...

February 24, 2017

Feminism Because it Sounds Nice

Used my brother’s bodies

Like brown tree stumps

On which to stand.

Like their color was your platform.

And when you

And Mott

And Stanton

And all the other suffragettes

With hand painted portraits

And lifetime biopics

And artificial critical acclaim

...

February 22, 2017

 

Blood on The Money

drugs drugs drugs

Government gave us drugs looking down from above

put em in the metro and watch the beauty of it flow

criminalization, cement cells they facing

politicking, times a ticking

let em beat that case so they can run the district

Trump sti...

February 21, 2017

BLACK IN AMERIKKKA:

I'm as good as dead. At least that's how it feels to be black in Amerikkka. Can't walk down the street, eat candy, be black without cops being scared of ya. See that's the excuse that's letting them off the hook, they feared for their lives but all w...

February 15, 2017

Dear Mr. Officer,

I know you see my here with my hands in the air

Innocent as can be, with some fear in my eyes, but,

please lower your gun before one of us dies.

I'm speaking for the brothers,

sisters and babies that didn't make it.

Please attach some value to my life

b...

December 19, 2016

The Two of Us

The bars slam shut on a jail cell of brown skin

While you and I watched those who only know our color

To cover their babysitters and security guards at our school.

“So, like, would you ever get with a Black girl?”

While they learned where to buy bras,

and how t...

December 13, 2016

Criminal Record

Conviction: to be born a Black woman

with lips swollen to perfection

like eyes mourning the daily abuses

pronounced through pearly teeth of an ingrate:

Birthed through blood,

strengthened by stolen milk

Shackles ringing out in anthem,

a call and response...

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