Black Man(African King)

Black Man(African King)

Black man, black man

know your roots

Black man, black man

know your truths

Shovel your melanin

find the beauties in you

For it’s okay if your first

journey has been recluse

You’ve got a whole 

Kingdom marching in lieu

How dem say ‘crown’ in my

Nigerian fingerprint, wear it!

Your are an African King,

bold, rich in value, own it!

—JG

Softness of Shadows

A softness of shadows,

silhouettes of the words

by a poetess written on the

walls by way of moonlight.

My eyes are focused

on the uncanny resemblance

to a noted Queen,

a bél kryptonite.

Her words are outspoken,

potent like the passion she

has to touch deeply, a soul

worth knowing if need be.

And so I keep reading,

because they always reach

me even in their distant

yet mind holding entity.

—JG

Making Peace With Me

I remain in my mind for thoughts

to combine and make peace with me.

For on the outside I hurt with grief,

and it cuts when my flesh bleeds.

I try to make sense of things but can’t

stay out of the blade’s reach.

Right now they’re all superficial,

but what do I do when it pains deep?

I’m beginning to feel much like that

forbidden river, or worse, that red sea.

What if I cross over to the white light

and God keeps me? But I need me!

—JG

Imagine That

Go there with me

from the day into the night,

when the sun cools its temper

and the moon enjoys the shade.

Let us be free as a cloud,

skipping rain drops in a lake,

remembering that it’s possible

to have fun with the impossible.

Go there with me

from the calm into the storm,

when thunder becomes grumpy

and lightning holds its calm.

Let us be free as a cloud,

packing our bags and moving on,

remembering that it’s possible

to weather what seems impossible.

-Jg

Imaginary

Deep stimulation

Convos from the lung’s depth

Expelled from isolation

A blank space with no one else

And so I am the company I keep

- Jg

Let’s Go There

Go there with me,
from the day into the night,
when the sun cools its temper
and the moon enjoys the shade.

Let us be free as a cloud,
skipping rain drops in a lake,
remembering that it’s possible
to have fun with the impossible.

Go there with me,
from the calm into the storm,
when thunder becomes grumpy
and lightning holds its calm.

Let us be free as a cloud,
packing our bags and moving on,
remembering that it’s possible
to weather what seems impossible.

- Jg

Acrostic - Poetry

P: latue the mind
O: pen your soul
E: stablish a pen
T: ranscribe your story
R: elish the form
Y: earn for the intimacy 

- Jg
 

Star Person - Recover

He was broken, torn from his cosmos,
And ideas of not getting it back frayed.
Hope was far sought, a last tomorrow,
An antic vanishing recollection like age.

Next day came it was dark as night,
Like the sun was as tired as his face.
No amount of space made closure tight,
Listening to all the loose ends imitate.

The following day he was a new moon,
And ugly blemishes were pretty scars.
Thankful to light a way to find his loom,
Although beat, he was not conquered.

-Jg

Committments

Constantly on top
even behind curtains,
like yesterday’s moon

Blooming to break away 
from closed spaces,
a seed achieved from its womb

Salvation of a Race

We used to be

the shadows of mankind,

silhouettes now come to the light

depicting images scanty no more.

An absorbing canvas,

how slavery and segregation

didn't break our mirrors

shattering the vanity's core.

Black empowerment

like a jaguar crowned panther

because it was made a different print

from the anchor.

Reveries dead,

we are a movement strong

like the bus Rosa parked

to minister our color.

-Jg