Love Spoken Poems

Let’s stop pretending.
This isn’t evangelism.
This is idolatry in disguise.
You’ve baptized compromise and called it creativity.
You’ve clothed rebellion in relevance,
And made God’s altar a stage for...

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I lift my eyes from the place of my struggle,
From the dark corners where battles rage unseen.
My help comes from the Lord,
Maker of heaven, earth,...

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    "The moon’s crescent is prescient"
         sigh I to my love
   ...

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It's been two thousand six hundred and thirty eight days.?Three hundred and seventy six weeks.?Three million seven hundred ninety-nine thousand four hundred and forty minutes.?It's...

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WORSE THAN DOGS

Mi step off di docks, salt burn in mi chest,
Suit sharp-press, hope pin to mi vest.
Windrush blood, calypso fire,
Dreams of gold — meet...

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Chasing the Heartbeat Heart racing, pulse chasing, I used to be a living hell, But your love, man, it knocked me off my feet, your...

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I’m losing a battle I did not choose to fight in,
I have waited nearly fourteen years for freedom. 
There is still no stopping him. 
I...

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ping!
like pavlov's dog,
i glance 
quick
at my phone
new facebook follow request.
i click the account
click!
my rapist. 
it's been nearly 14 years since the first the time
he laid...

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What the hell is going on?
Do I know?
Hell no, I don’t.
I don’t care either.
I lie.
I do care.
I care very much.
I think perhaps
I care too much.
It...

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Born from the sun's ancient kiss,
A gift wrapped in golden brown bliss,
I carry the stories of ancestors proud,
Their strength echoing clear and loud.

Melanin flowing through...

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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...

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There is a silent visitor inside you now —

softer than fresh-baked bread,
more precious than gifts from wise men of the East.
A second heartbeat,
gently echoing beneath...

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It took many years for me to love me 
For rich or for poor the body keeps the score.

Society is always on the go no...

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Be it a Sunday morning,
                    ...

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In January, the kaboom of fireworks
Redefining glitter above us: What if
The sky was pink, should purple rain besmirch us
Yet, don a cheer for New Year.

In...

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