For Adam

This initially started out as a joke when a friend of mine told me to write a piece pertaining to a simple gesture he did

We don’t love in centuries anymore
Just dumps of vacant hearts waiting to be flushed of water
Never knowing what love is- outside heart beats -flustered words -and blank stares undressing our stories

I’m a woman of many languages
He only knows one
How to be human
Extending left arm like the vessels he once poured rebirth into
Like the death of his past love waiting for her to be born again

He’s a man of many
How to open doors
Cater to freedom
He’s a tired marching bank
Compositions kept under the ring of his retina
Waiting to be released from the lens sack
He knows that simple gestures change lives-holding the door is just one of them

I support Gay Marriage

I recently attended the gay club not only to enjoy myself, but as an intervention for a friend of mine. I was amazed at the wide variety of the "types' of gay men. this reminded me of previous conversations I have had with Black men who would talk about "non of my niggas ain't gay". The men inside the club looked just like the same ni**as the black men I knew were talking about. The main thing that I wanted to touch on was how open the space was and I don't think it was because the club is catered to gays but it was something far beyond that-it was the people. There was this young man that stood out to me like the last piece of cake that no one wasn't to eat;there is no fear, but its just too good to taste. His dancing reminded me of when I first fell in love with Usher (he even looks like him).
Aside from the dancing (i don't seem to remember much-it was about 2-3 weeks ago). I have repeatedly said Black men because what I find many times in the black community that it is hard, and unlikely they will be accept of one of their own being a gay Black man. I posted a video a while back of a gathering with Black men speaking about their experiences and particularly how Black women in the community react to them. I think that this is a topic for discussion, and Please feel free to respond AND comment!

I absolutely think that Idris Elba is beautifully born. I am ecstatic to see the new movie-Takers. Here are my top five reasons;
1.I receiuved a review-"those are some good looking men"
2.T.I.P is back in the game
3.OBSESSED NEEDS TO STOOP REPEATING
4.There is a great diversity in race of actors and their talents
5.I haven't seen a movie in about apx. year and 3 months

extended metaphor from a Friday session (finalized)

I previously posted an extended metaphors a few months ago-since then I have done some editing (and I believe u will LOVE it)

Part 1-Cracked Mirror

Split my tongue 4 ways

Like the other 4 halves of me

Crazy glue my tonsils backwards

I want to remember what it feels like to be whole again

Part 2-Coming to America

Comb the taste buds from my tongue

History holds no validation here

I’m fleshless

Meatless

Assimilation stripped

Part 3-Graduation

I’m a refugee

She’s a capitalist

I’m willing to turn her into a nationalist

Tame her like a scripture

Practice what she preach

Strip her jaw lines

Sew her smile tight

The burns aren’t too pretty

Beauty pains her

Part 4-I’m tired of struggle

She’s a black canvas in living color

Color me His-Story

She wants to be History

Roaring panther, Jazz like, Stagnant

Part 5-Heartbreak

He always told me that I had the bluest eyes

Loved the way I combed fur balls from my roots

He could tell I was a fighter

Spoke the language of pig skin with me as we watched the grass break at the edge of the 40 yard line

I was his swine

Prized the way I made love to mud like a premature hood rat craving Sephora before knowledge

I was recently in the hospital (waiting on someone-nothing serious), and I began to examine the noises, ppl, and things that were happening. I then decide to just jot little pieces and ended up with this;

I don’t wanna die of old age

Have the last thing I do make love to an I.V

If I knew a synonym for the word fuck

I would use it

So instead I just want to fuck him

Make him understand what it feels like to be in control

They look like sedated free slaves

No though of where they are going

Sleep like death Penalty

They are consultants of demise

He wipes the blood away from a leaking I.V

As if thinking of the daughter’s hair he may never stroke

Or the tanner oil he may never smell from the inside of his son’s baseball glove

It continues to leak and the memories pour to the beat of each drip

“Doctor, Doctor-why are you avoiding me he silently yells”

Like a baby with a immune system aging backwards

He is frail

Waiting for the patient to close palms like a disciple

The doctor doesn’t even cut a stare

Like a fed up wife who has already printed the papers

The decisions is made

We are sinners of love

There is no room for relationships here

His family doesn’t even know he’s been admitted

Like a dead body in the morgue

He’s waiting to be claimed

This lady reminds me of my grandmother

(all old ladies do)

Resistant because fright defeats love

Her daughter watches reminding me of my mother

The only one that can speak without protest

She’s afraid the cosigning has taken her on a guilt trip

Foe now she understands that her mother is just a prehistoric woman

Hurting from a lost love

And the only closure she has is an empty house in a homeland where survival is no longer her possession

If I am to ever be stranded on a an island-all I need is a paper and pen. The concept of working on my craft as an artist is something I have always struggled with, and no doubt will continue to do so.The art of poetry has been one that doesn't remain stagnant-from the beating of drums under a voice to the hard puns of today's slam poets I wouldn't give it up for anything.There are many poets that I admire-some because of the faith I see in their eyes when they spit. Its like the expression my heart is making every time my pen hits the page. The other is those that I have observed their growth from the beginning;Brook Yung (B Yung) is one of those poets. No doubt when I first saw him spit, I swid to myself this bot y is way too cocky. As I began to watch his videos and attend more slams and open mics it was because he took pride in his work, understood the power of language, and worked hard at his craft.It's isn't about how beautiful the piece sounds but how real it is.If I ever feel like I dont want to write Ill just you tube a video and keep leaking that ink.

Despite how old this performance might be-everytime I watch it I get somehing new. Catch a line I never caught before or a new feeling (sometimnes both)

"The moment we choose to love we begin to move against domination, against oppression. The moment we choose to love we begin to move towards freedom"

I'm afraid of love. Not falling in or out-its power. The ability it has to change the world that we (as humans) have yet to understand. On our journey to self actualization, consciousnesses, or cleansing we must find love. it creates a sustenance just as water, air, and food, No matter how much of a Marxist-Black-Poet I am I still want my insides to squash like the center of a watermelon. Love as bell hooks describes it

Lost Generation

We have the ability to change circumstances and our selves as well-Ironically today a friend of mine posted this as their Facebook status;"Life is not about finding yourself its about creating yourself". We can create things- normality doesn't adhere to weather or not something is right.

We are not linear!

Marx has criticized the theories of Hegel and Feauraback-leading us to question ourselves, the world, and nature. Many times our actions spring from our environments,but we have forgotten that we have the ability to change our environments as well. When we don't have enough resources-we forget that we produce materialism and change nature as it is. This is in fact without our notification for we must find ways to live and as human we are constantly changing without acknowledgement.

A young man from Booker T. Washington High school executes this same philosophy-he is the illustration of how dialectics isn't always a linear line.