I simply love being me
for I am so good at everything
step into my city and they
will tell you who is King
one day when I am hungry
I will swallow everything
then and only then shall I
inherit the stuff I dream
even then I promise
not to settle for satisfaction
at any instant half a second
I could spring into full action
so go against me? please,
you do not even measure
up to half of the goodness
that I hold tight like my treasure
still spreading rumors about me
to try and destroy my life
can't believe I let myself get beat by
a stripper and my self-intended knife
try and say I'm gay
even though we both know that isn't the truth
just ask any woman I been with
if they ever needed proof
they'll say I was the cream of the crop
as they took it all night knowing
I just may never stop
I own the status of a legend
now what you got left to say
when I bring it twenty-four seven?
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
David Gibson is who we know;
But your friends, colleagues call you "PRO."
I knew you as an humble child,
You are going to be missed for a long, long while.
You were firm & tall,
You played that ball.
Your number "8" that's new beginnings,
Now you are on a team that is always winning.
"GIB" or "PRO," you have game,
Yet now you are resting in Jesus name.
We thank God for your time spent with us here,
And in our hearts you will always be near
"The Lunch Lady"
David Gibson at this time was a senior at FAMU. I am not sure where he received his scholarship but he was going to check out a school in Atlanta, GA when there was an accident and his life was cut short. He is missed so much.
Copyright © Daisy Marie Yant | Year Posted 2015
Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near
inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954
Copyright © chriss todd | Year Posted 2013
As the life and voice of Dr. Maya Angelou were profoundly deep and moving, I hope you will find this grateful tribute to her to be fitting. As it is too long to be posted here, you can find it at
Or, Read it in parts I and II:
The name woke me up - sat me up in my bed...
"Maya", the name my voice called out...
As I sat there in the dark, listening...
As I had so many times before...
Wondering at the "whys" and "how - tos" of my impossible dreams.
And as the dark, so was the divide -
That place in me, between what I was,
And the Why and Who I wanted to be...
But always, her voice, that voice named "Maya",
Had called across the divide as a still and steady light.
That unbreakable, unshakable, steady light...
I wondered where it was now, with blinking, thinking eyes.
Had it vanished? Was it vanquished? Could I once again rise -
In the dark staring dead at me... daring me to rise...
I felt hopeless, lost back in the divide… now growing ever and ever wide.
What happens now - my question? A miracle now, an answer - indeed...
For through the dark, that voice named "Maya" whispered...
Whispered into me... sounding a new song's drumbeat creed...
"You", the whispering voice whispered..."You, child - Now, You"...
And my feet were suddenly planted, planted bravely on the ground.
And I stood tall and strong, stepping peacefully forward, twirling round,
For the dark no longer stared at me, but I stared into it...
It no longer owned me... but instead, I commanded it,
By a path so still and steady - and now, so brightly lit:
The light I had strained to see was now the miracle shining from inside of me.
My divide... was now, somehow... unified.
And again the whispering voice came: "Yes child - Yes - I speak your name…
I have come and gone so very far, borne witness to it -
Have delivered a gift to you all - and you were born to use it.
Share it... wear it... and to the dark - dare it - with that unbreakable, unshakable light.”
“Be a voice for all seasons - make some noise for all the reasons,
The downtrodden have to hope for, that the world would grasp and grope for…
Be my voice Now… as I have been yours… a brilliant spirit, not a wandering ghost…
Make your choice, Now - Decide - to be Identified…
To see and live your unbreakable, unshakable, unstoppable dreams.”
Continued i Part II
Copyright © Kenneth Kirkpatrick | Year Posted 2014
In a blink of an eye,
Those favourable moments just disappears,
Leaving her alone,
Alone with nothing but a cold freezing heart.
Eventhough she's likely to move,
From her doomed dark past,
Desolated road or an outlandish land,
She handles with caution and a solid heart.
The futther she travels,
The bizzare the land becomes,
She's stunned to see,
The stunning scenery.
Audacious one she becomes,
With a mighty golden heart she has,
The heart that once cold,
By little becomes a gaudy one.
From the piercing eyes of hers,
She saw the world,
As a distrous place,
And a strenvous life to ride ahead.
Then she met a company,
Amicable and benevolent one,
One heart is cold,
But turns warm,all cause of the other one.
The company is agile,
With a broading smile,
Always trying to turn,
The one cold heart warm.
But nothing last for an eternity,
As the company parted to the other world,
The heart that was once warm,
Turns eternally cold.
Written by: Ain Sofena Zukifli
Copyright © Ain Sofena Zukifli | Year Posted 2015
I had a little bunny
honey was her name
She was so cute and funny
till I clubbed her in the brain
So sad I had to eat her
but I'm really not to blame
Was the doings of my daddy
and his sickly little games
I had to hang my bunny
in the killing tree
She kicked and screamed so madly
till my mind went free
I cut her throat and peeled her
but I wasn't really there
That's the story of my bunny
my lifeless skinless little hare
Have you ever heard a rabbit scream?
It sounds just like me
Copyright © shaunda lindsay | Year Posted 2016
13 years have passed
But I miss you still
Nobody will ever break the bond
Between a dog and a child
Brown shaggy hair with black spots
He wasn't a purebred with a pedigree
But the fact that people called him a mut
Sure as hell didn't matter to me
He bit me in the head
Every time I remember it I find it funny
He bit me in the same place he was named
But that never stopped me from loving him
To this very day
Sometimes I wonder
What would've happened if that car
Hadn't hit you that day
How many years
Would we still have to play
The three years I knew you
Were the grandest ones ever
And in my heart I know we will always be
Copyright © Kyleigh Henderson | Year Posted 2016
I know that you don’t have eyes or ears,
but you listen, and you need to hear,
that today my heart broke in my chest,
as I heard my best friend was laid to rest.
He was fighting something for a while,
and through it all he kept a smile,
I remember seeing a lump on his head,
and the doctor said he needed to stay in bed,
my mommy says he’ll be better now,
but I still don’t understand how,
I gave him my favorite stuffed bear,
daddy said it shows I care,
I miss this kid with every fiber I got,
but they took him away in a wooden box,
and now mom says I have to say goodbye,
she said “darling its ok to cry”,
but mommy, daddy, why are you upset?
they said “oh God, I hope she’ll forget”,
I hope my best friend will be home quick,
Because he told me, diary, HE told me,
that he wasn’t sick.
Copyright © Brynn Rose | Year Posted 2015
Come lay and be with me my love,
Your love is what I need to have.
With your love as pure as the rain,
Takes away the fear and the pain.
Your touch so soft like the wind,
Cleanse my soul as I come to end.
Now my soul can go straight above,
For I’ve lived and I fell in love.
Every leaf falls from that old tree,
Like hours falling away from me.
And just like that very old tree,
I shall be remembered to thee.
Now I must leave this world my love,
Spread these wings and go straight above.
My god has been so good to me,
If this is His will let this be.
Copyright © Chuck Flores | Year Posted 2016