Center>A finely wrought origami bird,
each feather a flightless paperweight
each wing a flexion of stasis.
I wanted it to come to my hand,
when I thought about that
my fingers fluttered emptily
like paper sparrows.
Shiny Magic
Down at witchy fool's gold pond she gazes blindly
into the flexion of a bended truth’s confection
Fixed on her image which she deems so kindly
presenting what her want’s and need’s protection
suggest seductively with brainwashed features
‘Narcissus’ disguised and twisted shiny alchemy’
she slips therefore joins the wrongful teacher
her mind subdued but not defeated for to see
perception’s desired meaning finds another pond
to reflect and delude what surely yields solution
holds her together keeps her survive and correspond
to fragile Self abandoning any wit and writ of execution
11th November
Black Men,
I see your power.
And, although sometimes well disguised,
and sometimes compromised,
buried between paler thighs,
scrutinized, by paler eyes...
I see your strength.
And, I see the wisdom in your eyes,
as a prize.
And, I hear what's being said about you,
but I don't believe the lies,
from him, her, them...
Not even the lies,
that you believe and tell about yourself.
Black Men,
I see your worth.
Even when, your flexion lacks direction,
ending in defection,
and upon closer inspection,
there is no connection...
to be found.
But, there's no desire to clown.
No desire to
BEAT DOWN,
PUSH DOWN,
or DRAG YOU DOWN!
NEVER THAT!
I see your POWER,
your STRENGTH,
and your WORTH...
And, BLACK MEN...
I see your CROWN.
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