On bended knee,
Hands clasped together,
Nestled close to the chest,
Heart's rhythm felt,
Head bowed,
Eyes shut.

The silence,
Weighing a ton.

The heart speaks
To its Creator.
Words circulate
As the mind collects
Conversations
Meant...

We learned prophecy with cracked sidewalks and mama’s frying pan,
prayers folded under nylon grocery bags,
prophecies whispered between porch swings and the back of the bus.
The street named us: loud and leaning, nicknames stitched into denim,
our l...

We become
collectors,
archiving moments.

Experiences shared
become memories
to be recalled.
They become stories told.

Some become
tales of caution;
others become
badges we collect
of days long passed,
of youth long spent.

We col...

This body
is a library
of moments lived,
of time’s passage,
like tree rings.

It collects seasons.
It holds scars
from moments
where life was easy to carry,
of childhood shenanigans
which seem a lifetime ago.

Every morning just gotta have

a couple of cups of Joe

My morning boost my on the go

bring u back from that sleep zone

Being my name is Joe just wakes me

up puts me on go

All came from Uncle Sam 19 yrs old

basic training up at ...

May my lips
never part to say goodbye.

This heart would weep
forty days and forty nights
as your steps
inch further and further.

That sorrow
would plague my dreams,
for my mind
would replay your steps
as you walk further,
and furthe...

Portions of time

Have been allotted to us

To carve out

pieces of history

Leaving footprints

As markers of our existence

The rain recedes.
Black clouds perform
a disappearing act.
Blue skies return.

For every storm
covers beauty
behind turmoil,
the sun beams.
It cues for life
to leave its shelter.

A rainbow bows,
a signal that this storm
has run its ...

We bear scars
From wounds
Inflicted,
But which remain
Unseen,
Yet shaping
Every step,
Every interaction.

We bear scars
That lay dormant,
Becoming infections,
Whose healing
Becomes a herculean task.

We bear scars.
We walk
With ga...

We learn to pray with our knees dirty, palms pressed
against the concrete that remembers names,
that remembers the time the milkman skipped a house
and the time the preacher called my uncle brave.
On the corner where the light blinks like an old frien...

We learn the language of concrete — the grammar of cracks,
how mama's heels leave arguments in the hallway,
how the corner store clock eats the afternoon and spits out change.
Sirens are prayers with loud mouths,
and every bus stop is a pulpit where...

Hello miss sassy,

Here Running your game

Just Claiming the streets and

Branding your name,

Just Looking for clout,

and chasing the fame but

Your nothing but a chick and

JUST BEING A DAME

Your talent is whack, and

your li...

Pour me a glass of cold lemonade

While I chill in the shade,

Feeling good and got it made,

I got duckets, I got paid,

Feeling blessed like all day,

Wanna hang? come on down,

Roll on through to my town,

Come on to my Happy Plac...

Her cosmos is understood.

He evokes stars around her

crown like Saturn’s reign.

All he knows is to honor her

vastness,

giving space for her

power to sustain.

He allows her to pull him close;

she is gravity, as she leans on the

girth o...

Their r very few individualist in the world today

everyone is a copy cat trenderI see all them

big rim glasses everyone wearing See all these

long blond bushy pony tail extensions where is

the natural look All these follow the leader l...

I learned to pray at red lights, palms pressed to the steering wheel
like Bible pages, pulsing under fluorescent city breath.
The green don’t mean go so much as promise—
a permission slip the block keeps borrowing
from the next heartbeat. Horns te...

Bam in your face

Its me Fall Summer I

just took your place

No warning no ease on in

smash mouth let the cool begin

All last two weeks hot hot

triple digit

high ninetys u had

to deal with it

then Bam first day of Fall