Because I’m black, I’m not meant to succeed, why? Because the color of my skin is who I’m meant to be, not just to do drugs and be in these streets, but to go to jail repeatedly. Why? Because today’s’ stereotype is really tomorrow’s reality. Listen… Because I’m black. I am statistic. Bound to fail,…
Let’s hear a story about a man named Jimmy Worked 40 hours a week tryna earn a penny Got his homebody from his childhood named Timmy And this fine yellowbone he loved named Cindy Cindy never had a job but always spending his checks Pretty messed up but Jimmy always been obsessed Jimmy real…
I’m not in the mood Poetry is suppose to be fun But today I’m not in the mood Am I not in the mood Cause I don’t know how to express myself Or am I not in the mood cause this thick girl just walked in Or am I not in the mood cause I…
What is pain to you? What is pain on a rainy day? What is pain when the sun is beaming so bright it sucks out all the juice from the grapes? What is pain when the clear blue sea turns red from all the lives the city has waste? What is pain to you? Cause…
Consent A Noun, meaning: permission for something to happen or agreement to do something. There’s no such thing. Because in today’s society, no means yes, no matter how many times I scream. Consent is feeling helpless, feeling every movement inside me but not being able to stop it It’s watching my…
We got an eviction notice. Living in a country where our ancestors bricked walls, it’s hard for us to find where home is We can steel feel the cement swirled in our fingerprints My friend splattered in concrete Bushes of bullseye thrones in his back A black boy’s hands met to trigger Metal cringes to…
Alone With out my phone Scared No one cared Gone are those times of fun I knew not to run I try to scream for help Nobody can hear my Yelp How could this be? This could not happen to me I have heard the tale But I never thought I would fail Why did…
He is angry, he is sad, he is in pain: he doesn’t know if he wants to live and not feel or die and feel everything once. She promised him everything would be alright, she told him if he just did everything she asked she wouldn’t hurt him again, and she’s a liar. He listens…
Trust. A virtue. A, 5 letter word that’s Constantly abused Often misused, yet in my mind I still found a way to trust you. Trust. A word that, runs smooth when you say it It’s, easy to relay yet, constantly mistaken, for something that is meant to be true. Trust. How the hell I’m supposed…
she is bold unwavering unwilling to let this continue women like her cannot be contained she stands still: statuesque in her solidarity the dissatisfaction displayed on her face like a mask for everyone to see heart on her sleeve blood on the walls her fight is nowhere near over