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Numb as we can be

Numb.... Lonely
Staring at the same gloomy rain
dripping down 2 different 
window panes
over 300 miles away
Feeling alone & ashamed,
 full of regret because of how
we hehaved
but not giving up
bc this Actual, Magical,
One of a kind love
is just too unfathomable
 to not crave
its right there out of our reach,
our plans, wants & goals
 so easy to speak
but

In Kensington Today

The factories long disappeared,
Silent structures still stay;
And more drugs than dreams have appeared,
In Kensington today.

The north of the Ave has its shine,
Less fine, southerly way;
Best Philly, and worst, intertwine, 
In Kensington today.

Six miles, in a small corner curled,
“What matter?” you may say;
Well, the world is here, here’s the world,
In Kensington today.

On Drugs and Alcohol Use

7/13/2025



Many people use drugs or alcohol of any type, 
to point of ambered, infused, intoxication!

They see it as an innocent past time?
Or, excuse for a deadly, human abrogration.
Yet heavily overused at the most beautiful of 
celebrations !

But..I mean nobody, will admit they were ever 
caught at times.

In a not so cool participation!
Yet if a drunk

In a Coat of Pain

I’ve knocked on every door of medicine men—
doors painted with hope.
Swallowed pills of every size and colour.
Been told,
“This one never fails.”
Another promise—
fulfilled only in disappointment.

The body that once felt mine
now feels like a stranger’s—
still wearing my name tag.

I sleep early,
trying to rinse myself from pain,
but wake up
still dressed in it.

The coat I wear?
Pain-stitched—
by a tailor

THAT BOY

He sits by the junction
scraped knuckles, half a smile
a boy with more scars than years
each one a story no one asks to hear.

I saw the truth in his trembling vow
heard the break in his voice
when he said he’d left Kush behind
but all they saw was yesterday's face.

He carried hope in both hands
knocked on doors he

Opioid

One life, two lives three lives, four 
I'm the one you feared knocking knocking at your door.
It's me your friend, I'll make you feel good
I've now made my way to your side of the hood.
I'm used in hospitals, how bad can I be?
You'll find out soon, when you bow to me.
You think it's for fun,

clean and cut open

sober now,
and every second screams louder than the last.
the silence i begged for
now drips like acid through my spine.

when i was high, 
the world floated —
hazy, dull-edged, 
a soft lie i could breathe in.
without choking on memory.
without shaking from truth.

but now i wake up
to light too sharp for eyes that have seen too much,
and sleep

I AM A SIERRA LEONEAN TOO

I may be hooked on kush
my body bruised and worn
wandering the streets of Freetown 
but I’m a Sierra Leonean too.

I may not pay my taxes
can’t even clean a gutter
but this land is still my home
I’m a Sierra Leonean too.

I may not make decisions to sell state companies 
or pass laws for pregnant girls in school
but

Silent screams of abandon

You came into my life~
just before the ink dried...
in my husband's condolences register.
You knew I was grieving, 
vulnerable, 
trying to hold my children’s lives together with threads.

You listened to my story—
the doubled rent, 
the school fees...
I wouldn’t be able to pay—
and you acted like you cared.
You said our pain was your pain, 
that you couldn’t

What you don't know can hurt you

At Nahal Oz, Hamas hurled a substance weird
It burst into flames, released a gas to be feared
Jews suffocated in minutes, but we don’t know 
Who made it, what it was, nothing to show.

At a theater in Moscow, rebels came in
Took the audience hostage, in the cause of Chechin
Russian police made an invisible gas flow
Terrorists were

Sorcery

Two of these
One of those
Take with food
One more dose
Swallow it down
Like magical spells
Self-medicate
To make yourself well
Tail of newt
Wing of fly
Take everyday and 
you won't cry
Lock it all up
Behind chemical walls
Don't read fine print
Across ceiling crawl
Pharmaceutical cauldron 
Sorcery lab
Not just broken body
Your soul's on the slab

You Are Stronger Than the Storm

My son, I see the weight you bear,
The silent cries, the deep despair.
But in your soul, a fire burns bright—
A spark of hope, a will to fight.

This path is hard, the nights are long,
But you, my love, are fierce and strong.
No chain is stronger than your will,
No silence deeper than your fill.

You've stumbled, yes, but

Still my son

I see you through a smoky haze,
A boy I knew in brighter days,
Your laughter once could light the room—
Now shadows wrap you in their gloom.

Your eyes, once clear, now lost and wide,
Like oceans caught in turning tide.
I reach, but you just slip away,
A ghost who walks in light of day.

You chase a high that leaves

Prescription Drugs

The synthetic poison
that courses through my veins
churns the bowel of the earth
and sent a tremor through my heart.

What kind of remedy this is?

It heals one part,
But devastates the other,
What kind of potion man brews?
I see the flower buds  
bursting forth on one branch
leaving the adjacent portion barren,
It heals and harms
It yields and resists...

It resuscitates

The warning

I went to the cop, in New Haven PD
I said I've got a crime story, but it's hard to believe
The cop said cheerfully, "let's hear, try me"
So I took a deep breath, tried a memory retrieve.

I said, "for a year I was getting the urge to merge
It disrupted my sleep, and I tried to purge
You

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