Wednesday, June 24, 2020
World Closed, Quarantine Poem
Let It Burn, Civil Rights/ Pandemic Poem
A building that stands so tall
A representation of power
Power that means us no good
The uniforms that come out of it
We're supposed to see them as protectors
But they were never designed to protect us
Its empirical throughout our history
They only show up if we are the danger
They only show up to arrest us
Sometimes they even confuse us for the danger
Then we're left with even more tears
Where is our comfort
If we're left feeling vulnerable then they should feel the same
Burn down their home
Watch it go up in flames
Light up sky
Now do you see that
It's us getting our power back
A Cloud Nine Love Story, Pandemic Poem
Left a pain so strong,
I still have panic attacks
I thought you were the one
Bragged about you to all my friends
Painted a beautiful picture of our future
We’d travel the world together
Have sex, laughter, and lots of adventure
And we’d have a beautiful house located on cloud nine
Can you picture Saturday mornings
Waking up to our child jumping in the bed
Our love was supposed to be a piece of cake
But you chose to make it complicated
You always knew you weren’t going to give half of what you wanted
But you pushed anyway
Now I have nothing
My cup is empty with no one to fill it
I Made A Mess, Quarantine Poem
Levels, Pandemic Poem
Fine black man standing tall as a tree/ I persist to climb you in a arboreal way/ I don’t think this is what they meant by dating up/ But here we are/ Trying to explore each other’s souls/ Yet somehow still only connect in a physical way/ And it’s gonna get complicated/ Sex so good/ But never discussing where we stand/ Eventually having demands that fall flat/ It’s levels to relationships/ But we’ve created boundaries to keep us from moving forward/ From growing/ But I hope that after we’ve separated and years have passed, I still hold a special place in your heart
Can I Breathe? Pandemic Poem
Sexual Meditation, Pandemic Poem
Lay your head on my pillow
And just relax
Cause it was meant for you
Slow down
Close your eyes
Feel the mood
Let your bodacious body become one with mine
The sex is good
But what I really want is you
Fresh haircut or hair looking rough
Skin so smooth
But I can also feel your invisible scars
Let your burdens become mine
Now opens your eyes
And see that you’re in the presence of a Queen.
Prediction, Quarantine Poem
A fine ass black as fuck man
That will love me so deep
It’ll be til death do us part
But we won’t die
We’ll multiply
Little children being created in our image
We’ll fill them with lots of love
So even when they get exposed to the world
They’ll still shine bright
I envision
A world that where we’ll eventually fit in
Our differences will make sense
No more fears of deportation
No one telling us to go back where we came from
No more turning on the news
Another brown body laying cold on the ground
We’re home
And we’re where we belong
I envisage
No more being amazed at Jeff Bezos
No worshipping of Bill Gates
Or Jay-Z and Beyonce money
Instead we’re all prospering
More than enough food on our plates
Big ass roofs over our heads
And our talent has no limits
In expect
A growth so beautiful
A growth so powerful
People far away will feel it
Time Travel, Quarantine Poem
You're my first crush and I don't know what to do.
So I'm gonna write you this letter.
But I'm shy so I'll keep it simple.
Will you be my boyfriend?
Or could we hook up with no commitments?
Don't answer it yet.
See I'm too young to date.
Lets wait 15 or 20 years.
Social media will connect us back together.
To the world we'll gripe about how men and women suck.
But when our eyes connect, we can create our own story.
Tuesday, June 23, 2020
Inspiration Quarantine Poem
Do you ever stop dreaming?
From author to reporter
Reporter to meteorologist
Meteorologist to painter
Black child,
Little do you know you’ll spend a lifetime trying to be heard
Black sheep of the world,
Constantly being told you’re not good enough
Jobs continually saying you lack qualifications
Family pushing you to do better
All you want to do is create
Dive into your own imagination
And forget everything around you exists
Scorpio woman,
They no longer look at you as mysterious.
You can finally breathe.
They see you.
They see the greatness in you.
Can We Get A Room? Quarantine Poem
Let Me Photograph You, Quarantine Poem
An Idea So New, Quarantine Poem
An idea so new, so nice, so neat/ I water it hoping to see how it grows/ But before it can reach its potential there’s something else/ The more I’m alone the more ideas appear/ This could be my success story/ No that’ll be it/ I can’t make up my mind/ Before I know it I’m filled with a fardel of thoughts/ They’re pushing at my brain/ But they have nowhere to go/ So I just sit on them until they disappear/ Now they are gone
Thursday, June 11, 2020
The Story I'll Tell When I'm 75
It was a weird night. Just eight years prior, we'd elected our first Black president. I was in college at the time surrounded by a crowd of people that looked like me. They had brown skin. They were Pro-Black and proud of the direction the US was moving in. Then for eight years we had to watch that Black president and his beautiful Black wife get disrespected.
As our first Black president's term came to an end the nomination for a new president was narrowed down to two cocky white people. Some people referred to it as choosing between the lesser of two evils. The better choice was the cocky white woman. Her husband had previously been president, so she knew what she would be walking into. The other choice was the kkk member that unfortunately one.
The night he won was the worst night. There was no crowd around me that looked like me. I had to grieve this weirdness alone, but the grieving didn't end on that particular night.
For years chaos ensued. This new president, aka kkk member, was a former reality television star. I hated reality television because it was full of fighting and addictive. I did have an addiction problem that I readily quit. It was easy to quit reality shows. They came on specific channels that could be easily avoided. However, once he became president he brought the reality television to the white house. He wasn't on specific channels either. He found himself on every channel. But he also found his way to the social media sites. All of this was used to take away the previous president's policies, let us know what was going on, and make a lot of racists comments towards Black people.
Oh, but he did have two Black friends, Kanye West and Ben Carson. I'll tell you more about those weirdos later.
I hated what was going on with this president, but there were more important matters to deal with. While Jim Jim Crow, a set of laws that were absolutely meant to make us Black people feel inferior to everyone else, ended in 1964 there were many decades where our people were still being murdered in the streets. Some of those murders that made the news were committed by racists white men who should have been minding their damn business and some were by the cops the claimed to protect us. The murders were bad, but instead of leaving us alone, this new president practically encouraged others to kill us.
It was a mess. We were fighting for our lives. Then in 2020, a pandemic hit the world. Millions of people were laid off from work. Over 100,000 people died for this weird virus no one knew how people were catching and barely know how anyone was healing from it. But the deaths were more horrible not because of all the people dying, but statistics said we were the ones dying at higher proportions. Some people blamed this ratio on our eating habits, but others knew the hospitals weren't trying to treat us. But as the numbers of infected people rose, the world went into quarantine.
Citizens around the world went into their houses and only stepped out to get food. In some areas of the world the numbers of infected people went down, but for other parts it wasn't working. In over crowded cities like NYC and Houston, they numbers of infected and dying people continued to stay high, but at some point sick people stopped mattering. This annoying KKK president declared that states open back up and people move as normally. Some states ignored him, but other states like the one I was living in listened. The state opened wide up, people ran to the beaches, and ran to whatever work they could find.
Some of us were afraid to move as normally, because a pandemic was still happening. However, even during a pandemic, we still managed to make the news because they were still killing us at higher levels. In one new story a man was killed because racists didn't want him jogging through the neighborhood. In another news story a woman was lying peacefully in her bed when the cops busted in and murdered her. The most disturbing part was they'd already arrested the criminal they were looking for. She didn't have to die, but they killed her and never even apologized. What made everyone the angriest was when a Black man walked in a store with a $20 bill, got the police called on him, and ended up suffocating to death because a cop put it knee on the man's neck to hold him down.
What happened next could only be seen as a civil war. We the Black people occupied the streets, took over social media sites broadcasting problems, and silently screamed at the end of every night for an unknown amount of time. We were no longer shedding tears behind closed doors for those that looked like us. We were letting it known that we were angry. We were letting it known that our voices would matter. We would matter. Black lives would matter.
I can't say how long it went on for at the moment, because I'm still living it. But this is the story I'll tell the children when I'm 75.
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