Tag Archives: Black Life

Black Words in a Dark World.

August is Black. What do you do when your stance is apocalyptic? When the things you say aren’t very analytic? All you see is the destruction of the planet But your voice is so muted that all you do is … Continue reading

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Leap Day, Leap Year, Leaping, and Poetry.

Perhaps Leap Day is not all it’s meant to be. Black History Month sure has left me weak (but that is another post for another day). I started today needing some inspiration, I started today wanting to be free. However, … Continue reading

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Holidazed: Part 2

Resting in the Wreckage. Resisting the daze, can lead to a craze, that isn’t very easily shaken. Being reminded your life, and all your toil and strife is essential to the status quo that binds you, is more than enough … Continue reading

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And So I Waited.

Plummet. Everyday I sit and think to myself, “I’ll wait ’til things die down,” But every day things unremittingly accrue, and I begin to drown In my deep and tragic melancholy within the ocean of Black Death, On a raft … Continue reading

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Prayer of My Flesh Now I lay me down to sleep, ravaged flesh of my people is drowning me. If I shall die before I wake, I pray we ne’er capitulate. -Amen Written by me 4.27.15. Stay strong in the struggle. … Continue reading

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Inspiration on World Poetry Day

Poetry has saved my life. Poetry gives me life. Instead of posting a poem of my own, I am going to share one that I have before. Audre saves me from myself everyday. I find inspiration from this every time I … Continue reading

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Poem for My Kindred.

Blessed Be Our Ties That Bind. I’m sick of being thankful for the things that should never have taken the systematic rape and killing of generations of my kin. *      *     * What kind of society structures … Continue reading

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The Beginning of the End of the Red-Tape that Binds.

As I sit here with steady streams of distraction in the foreground, my mind can’t help but to fixate on my helplessness. How am I supposed to graduate on time when I can’t even focus on completing courses (much less … Continue reading

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My Call to Arms in 2015

Comrades, Recently I’ve been through what seemed like an almost unbearable amount of anxiety, stress, and struggle trying to fight to recognize my own voice, strength, and follow through in the face of many forms of violence and pain thrusted … Continue reading

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Rage is a State of Being.

  Inconsequential Determinants “What happens when you’re confronted by a man, In the quiet moments  where no one can see? What happens when you CANNOT flee? What happens when you have to fight, when you’ve reached a dead end and … Continue reading

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