I remember everything,
From our first meeting
It sparks something within
My hearts starts this rapid beating
I never knew i was capable of loving
Until i met a stranger, I called king.
WISHING ON A STAR
It is so dark outside,
There is not much light,
Nothing is too bright,
When it’s night,
Except when I open the
Curtains to peep from inside.
I then see the moon,
And a cross kind of face,
I long to see it round,
But soon
It will look thin,
And the moon makes no sound.
And way up high,
In that dark sky,
I see sparkling stars,
That mummy says,
If there are people on mars,
They see them too,
I wish I could meet one or two,
People from mars I mean,
Not the stars.
And my dad has shown me
The Milky Way
How exciting to see
And know what is out
There in the dark,
It’s almost like walking
With mum and dad
In our nearby park.
So I have decided to
Ask mummy to keep my
Curtains open,
So, I can see the moon,
And when there is a boy,
Who sits on the moon,
Which looks like a spoon,
Fishing,
I will be wishing
Upon one of the bright stars,
That one day we will meet,
Oh golly gee,
Won’t that be a treat.
She got to wake up the next day
He didn't.
She got to live her life
He didn't.
She got to have her own family
He didn't
She lied
He didn't.
She admitted to the lie -
No repercussions
He was a black boy -
He got murdered
Carolyn Bryant,
A murderer
Emmett Till,
A victim
The courts awarded her due diligence
His family fled in fear, that it'd be repeated
Leaving their home, scared they'd be targeted
Their home a ghost to a child evicted
A system built to allow racism
Is
Unwriting lend
Trample undered doubt
Nill grace, staggered taunt
Farthings tormented delays
Whispered daughter on hilt
Aphrodite sours the lengths rend
Milkened ponds
Battles fetch, torn and bent
To no hearthed bends hallow he crawls
Knack for keeping kisses and kindnesses kindled while
Yoking yearnings to stars without yielding to fear yarns and
Leaping over list of limits doctors labelled as his life so he may
Eagerly enjoy evidence of all his joyous emotions empower
I see the way the trees sway when your name leaves my lips
I hear the screams of their howls and the thoughts they wish to blow away
Their thoughts,
My thoughts,
Our thoughts,
They become whole, they become one
Together with nature, yet keep me grounded
I still think about you, I see us in the stars and your face in the moon
A warning from the earths own mother, that I can only choose to listen to
It was a bright day—
I was walking down the street
when I saw him.
Headphones on,
a smile resting easy on his face—
as if even the smile
was drawn to him.
He walked past me
like I wasn’t there.
But I froze,
turned back…
and giggled.
My love,
I was loving you like the root of a sweet potato—
tied to the heart,
but never to the feelings.
Let’s meet again in another lifetime.
That time,
I’ll be the one to find you first,
and I’ll hold your hand
before the world can take you away.
aboard the 71, about halfway down the left side
i sit facing forward, heart leaping as he embarks—
he’s on the way to the grocery store,
or his sister’s house,
or work, but he’s running late;
standing room only
he grabs a handle facing me.
he catches my eye and i his,
waves at me with all five fingers and
i wish to hold them in mine, trace
the outline of the bones in his hand,
look into his eyes deeply,
see what’s true;
two stops later, a seat opens up on the right—
one row ahead.
dark, curly hair.
i take measured glances,
don't stare don't draw unwanted attention.
i want his arms around me,
to look into his eyes some more.
he disembarks.
Adam
My great
Grandson
Is a
Special
Needs child.
Unique.
Hard for
Him to
Connect,
Talk or
Play with
Others.
Few speak.
Struggles
To talk.
Afraid
Of dogs
And cats.
I love
My dove.
My boy
I do
So, Spoil.
He loves
His small
iPad.
True love.
You say my name
It drives me insane
My soul’s been unchained
My heart’s up in flames
I can’t stop staring
I’m losing my bearing
You’re so sweet and caring
Even when you’re swearing
I stand idly by
I feel like cupid’s spy
How do I catch your eye?
Point the bow up to the sky?
I love the way you walk
I watch you like a hawk
I hear the way you talk
It makes me wanna stalk
I belong in a cell
In my mind you dwell
In my heart you fell
I’m obsessed oh well
The light switch flips
I think of those lips
Your hands on my hips
We touch fingertips
An Aquarius man
You were never the plan
You’re as bad as the klan
But you’re sweet like flan
Slaughter me like a lamb
This love could be a scam
But I don’t give a damn
I’ll be your biggest fan
as we walk upon, rocky of sands
where the waves lapses
so close to knocking us over...
where the crabs with little
claws can still cause pain
despite their small sizes,
Red are their colors
and reddened are swollen,
those bastard little s***s
are like ants but worse hurting.
But we sneaked out in darkened
the bad boys of boy scouts,
smoking telephone paper
and out and about for a laugh
where the night takes over.
My father scorns us
in the morning
as we kept him
up all night,
the leader's pissed
I'm grounded for a week...
A black boy stands in front of a mirror
Practicing how to address an officer
"Yes officer"
I promise I'm good
I won't cause no trouble just because I'm from the hood
I won't make a noise
I won't make a sound
I'll make sure to leave the hood of my hoodie down
No frown on my face
You dont need to tell me I already know my place
You dont need to remind me of my race
"Yes officer"
I am in school
I also have a future I'm looking forward to
No I don't sell drugs
I'm just playing football
And yes I live in this neighbourhood
Black people can be rich too
"Yes officer"
My father is around
Never been to prison but is the mayor of this town
As for my mother she is a lawyer and that makes me proud
We aren't on food stamps
In fact we are the type of people to give back
And yes we can afford to do that
"Yes officer"
I'm black
But that doesn't give you the right to attack
A whirlwind of chaos, a joyful loud-sound,
Three wild spirits I love, on adventurous ground.
Fourteen, then twelve, and the youngest, a seven,
Bringing antics and charm, a small piece of heaven.
They build with their LEGOs, grand dreams in the air,
Fortresses, spaceships, beyond all compare.
Then out to the yard, where their sports battles rage,
I'm there in the stands, for each thrilling new stage.
My cheers ring out loudly, my voice strong and clear.
A beacon of love, dispelling all fear.
In the pool we all splash, on a hot summer day,
I'm caught in their currents of boisterous play.
The fighting erupts, a familiar refrain,
And I'll admit, sometimes, it drives me insane.
But a part of me grins, though I might roll my eyes,
Their bold, mouthy spirit, a delightful surprise.
For though they are noisy, and mischievous too,
And every day brings something wonderfully new,
I'm there for their plays, and their triumphs, and strife,
My nephews, my niece, the true joy of my life.
Unmarked grave
Epigraph reads slave
Not even dignified with a name
Just a ghost of a boy surrounded
By tombs of those known
Tombs of those never alone
In a cemetery full of strangers
Even in death he is separated from his family
Who was he?
The world may never know
His body buried just like his story unknown
He was born into shackles
And died in them
He never got to taste the sweetness of freedom
Even in death, even in the afterlife
He will always be known
Through only his skin colour
We will never fully know will we?
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