I learned how to pray with my knees on cracked concrete,
the church bells muffled by the traffic,
mama humming hallelujah into the hush of our hallway.
We wore Sunday like armor —
polished shoes, polished lies,
but the grace was real even when the re...

It’s becoming a young world.

Elders start their ascent,

leaving descendants to follow

in the embossed foot steps.

May they wear the same wisdom

as those pewter strands,

and the heavy quiet ethos worn

deep into enduring spirits.

The...

at one time
black
was evil and satanic
then became
beautiful
whereas
it is now
fashionable
and God only knows what black will be
tomorrow

so
I wonder what would it be like
if I were a planet in your universe

what if I flew too near to your sun?
would you singe my wings like Icarus
hurling me downward onto the jagged rocks of your shores?

could I revolve
and evolve within ...

I wish for the snow to fall
anytime
summer days as well as now

emotions
frozen
like icicles hanging from arctic cliffs
one false move
one blue verb
one frozen adjective
a downward spiral
dashing against the frozen pavement below
I sha...

The Rite, the Tools, the Spirits, the Workers
To reclaim our rite, we must correct the confusion that colonizers created. They blurred lines on purpose. They mislabeled us on purpose. They twisted our cosmology on purpose.
Vodou is not Hoodoo. V...

I. Before the Chains: The Supreme Knowledge of Our People

Before the ships. Before the branding irons. Before the names were stolen. Before the languages were broken.

Our people lived inside Supreme Knowledge.

We did not just “practice religi...

Listen — the street hums like a hymn, neon prayers in the gutters,
and the city keeps the beat of our heartbeats,
steel-toed rhythms stamping out the silence.
We learned to speak in sirens and dollar bills,
to baptize our dreams in corner store ligh...

Let me kiss you the right way,

all over, soft and slow.

Losing my breath in between

savoring each quote.

Brow, neck, shoulder, “lower”—

your petite breasts,

“lower”—

Feel the way the rest of

you trembles as the mood begins

t...

My city hums like a throat clearing — morning coffee, tires, the backyard radio.
Streets remember your name before you do,
and concrete keeps the stories of the ones who thought they could fly
and the ones who learned the shape of falling.

I learne...

I move like the city breathes —
short gasps between streetlights,
long sighs when trains pass in the night.
We know the cadence here:
sirens, laughter, the old man whistling at dawn,
the baby crying through the thin walls,
hope rattling like change in...

I wake before the city shakes,
put my hand on the hood of dawn like it owes me something.
The block is breathing slow—sirens stitch the seams,
corner stores pulse with fluorescent prayer.
Mama taught me how to count blessings between red lig...

They say the city teach you
how to breathe in the ash.
It teaches you how to pray
with your back against a brick wall
and your pockets full of yesterday’s promises.

Morning smells like coffee joints
and the greasy hymn of the corner grill.
The subway ...

Hear the block breathe —tires sing, neon hums,kids trade futures like marbles. Some days the sky looks low, but we learn to bounce it back with our knees. I walk with my pockets empty and my chest full of loud plans. Neighbors wave like old flags,...

I just can’t unwrap my head
From the thoughts of you,
For the way they massage my mind
Is deeply condoned.

They just sit and hold my crown,
While constantly accomplishing my throne.
You rule the quiet spaces
Where my doubts used to heavy-...

Some people like handcuffs, they will hold on to an idea even if it puts them in bondage. They will sit and smile and all the while putting fire under a defeated soul. How can someone be in and out of control. Its buttery to watch, slipping into d...

Dear Wifey-based on the novel Shadows of Obsession by Kemy and Creative Universe Partner Aszar follows the unraveling of a love that was never meant to survive.

What begins as desire spirals into betrayal, regret, and a dangerous fixation that re...

He stole my prized possession
With no regard of my feelings or hesitation
He knew that was my leverage for obsession
Return it please give it back
How it was stolen is enough to send the mind totally out of whack

Now I have no defense of at...

My feet are tired and I need a bed to rest in
Let evening captivate my spirit and quiet my bones
A place in time to allow the caresses of the moonlight resonate my moans
The radiance of gentleness soothes my skin
Where night forgives the day I...

peeking from behind closed doors
speaking in metaphors laced with symbolism
she's seen the designs and the best laid plans of mice and men
always remembering when the lines were straight
or led to inescapable walls
she calls
and I listen to ...