Letter to the President

Our sincerest apologies to President Barack Obama on behalf of the ignorant nation you serve.

Not conscious of your platforms white supremacy seems to hold all our concern not those little black babies you seek to uphold and provide future nor will we acknowledge your defeat on terrorism when the Anglo-Saxon couldn’t do it.

See…we’re the Republican Party.

And we’ll argue till blue in the face that we’re tolerant of the colored race our issue is with democracy you’ve got us enraged like how come Common got an invite to the White House?
Better suitable for our taste why not invite Donald Trump out? While his platform is yet developed and his experience nonexistent his skepticism of your birth records instead of healthcare is legitimate.

Excuse us for our ignorance. Questioning your religion, when catholic Kennedy took office yet with YOU black man we go kicking and screaming making no effort to hide our blatantly racist esteem.

That’s just how the cookie crumbles…

We ostracize and we fight every attempt you forge for success and bite our tongues under defeat.
Dividing the House of Representatives so no bill is passed and doodling satanic pictures of you wasting in our seats.

There’s strange fruit in these trees. We’ve rigged a jail system to systematically retrieve your kind so the fact you made it to the White House…we MUST press rewind.

Throw caution to the wind and lay siege to our own economy blocking a stimulus that seems too promising. Let the white, I mean Republicans handle this. Let’s spend more money on weaponry and deny starving kids. Lets cut education (which secretly we ruined anyway) and force our youth to the path of insanity.
Tell them that Switzerland has better math scores and Japan is more efficient in Science so your only option is to fire this rifle on foreign islands. We snuck our grubby fingers in the cookie jar and choked HOPE out of their eyes knowing our tactic is artfully disguised because without college funding, your black students can try but a shot at equal education? EHHHHHH DENIED!

The minority whispers “From the American Dream….I awoke in a sweat” well we’ve got news…you aint seen NOTHING yet.

To protect and serve: NOT the brown, yellow, tan, beige, or red man. Yet our biggest fear has been realized and we’ve been found that all of our arguments aren’t logically sound. Still we push forward digging graves in our backyard killing ourselves slowly off.

Not to mention that we turned against our own citizens and made terrorists of our officials killing children in villages we made sure you never heard of. Pouring cyanide down throats or plundering through bullet holes in skulls hoping to find “intelligence” to justify our murders.

This is the America you open your eyes every morning to protect.
This is the America that would more willingly place rope around your neck.

This is your America that you so passionately wish to fix.
This is your America that to this day denies racism exists.

So I personally apologize on their behalf Mr. President cause I know this has to be the single hardest job there ever was. And I applaud you for not giving up on us.

God Bless.

A Poet's Way of Saying She's Lonely

My most prized possession is hidden under flesh, veins, muscle, and bone.

If my enemy can transcend these entities and uplift my onion layers of ebony I’ll combat him with my soul.

See there’s nothing left to give when the body is gone. Every organ can’t function on its own more importantly my heart needs a pulse.

And without the flow of poetry thriving throughout my ligaments I become addicted to another drug fixating on my dependency hoping to feel that same rush.

But no drug counteracts the high of words smoked from a conscience and blown over nonsense reviving the mentality of otherwise invalids, evaporating into irrelevance.

The only interjection placed here is the comma that reminds me behind my love of spoken word is love itself and my heart doesn’t pulse for merely the sake of health. This is my creation I’ve sheltered it from the world and valued at a rate more precious than gold no man, as deemed by myself, will ever get close.

I’ve placed traps in the aorta and poison in the pulmonary vein in case he was smart enough to escape my maze. The left and right ventricles are shackled to my rib cage as arteries are blocked with cement covered in blood stains.

Too many have tried to take a crack at it and submersed in my complexity become crack addicts fiending for that first taste of my soul. And that, that is the very reason they’ll never ever reach their goal.

I’m too in love with myself to be won over without struggle. Yet sometimes I wonder…when do I ask too much? Or is there such a thing?

I cheated on poetry with the fantasy of loving you. And honestly, love, I’m not ready to encounter you. I get lonely, I do, but the pen has always eradicated my desire. To my surprise the pen spelled your name as if it knew. Trying to tell me that without the full completion of God’s ordinance I can't give myself unto these words entirely. Because I can’t write about something I love without having love inside me.

It’s not as simple as taking off the screws and unlocking the hinge that contracts my beating vessel I have other emotions that will escape if not properly nestled.

I’ve hated a man for so long that I forgot how to spell love or sound out the consonance and I’ve envied other people so hard that I lost myself in their dominance plus I’ve lusted for images of wealth so much that I devalued my common sense while yearning for something so artificial I myself became counterfeit. And none of it cost me more than the freedom of my heart beat.

My most prized possession is hidden under flesh, veins, muscle, and bone.

If my enemy can transcend these entities and uplift my onion layers of ebony maybe I wont combat him with my soul.

Maybe instead….I’ll hand him a stethoscope.

My letter to Love

Can I have that friendship that never ends continually stimulating my intelligence?
I want that power to transcend and amend broken spirits let no harm come near it.
I crave that flavor every time I part my lips of passion and trust a divine designed mix…

I desire that warmth on my skin through which I claim protection shielded from the dagger of untruthful misconceptions…

Too many refer to love as some fleeting emotion or another word to be tossed in our diction. They think of it reality when in proof it is fiction and I refuse to bear the burden of such hideous fallacies interpreting lust for something long-lasting.

If a man can just admire my vision and work in conjunction instead of chase me around for my bodily functions we can share what I truly have to offer that is sweeter than any temporary feeling shared amongst “lovers”.

In his eyes I want to be imperfect and unbalanced so that loving me comes as a challenge and when his prize is won he’ll appreciate my soul that much more because simply sharing that with you has been my life-long goal and I didn’t build myself up…for my value to be annulled.

I looked inside myself and love once told to me.
“The true power in harnessing my beauty is to acknowledge me, practice me, honestly, act on me, represent me, actually, trust me, not factually, faithfully create me, wait on me patiently, hoping that one day LOVE is what you awaken to”….

And I listened….so love whenever you decide to come around let him see the woman and treasure what he’s found….

Take control of our destiny connecting us endlessly and teaching us relentlessly for there is no force as strong as you….

I want to cover myself in you from head to toe and show everyone my outfit of compassion. Drench me from my hair follicles to the edges of my toe nails so that wearing love in its entirety becomes fashion

Can I have you and keep you under my rib cage so that if you were to ever part from me I’d collapse internally withering away my days? I want you so deeply rooted in me that love assumes my identity and they’ll assume my character your name….

I guess what I’m asking is….when the time comes….can it never go away….Love….I’ll take your good, your bad, and I’ll vehemently endure your pain….until then I humbly and patiently wait…

What I've been up to...

I know I haven't posted much as of late....I apologize.

I've been working at a store called Justice (Northpoint Mall) saving up money for this thing called L.I.F.E

I've also been volunteering heavily with Cool Girls, Inc.

I mentor young girls at Coan Middle School as well as Clifton Elementary School. They are an AWESOME group. Love you girls =)

I've also been interning with the same organization, Cool Girls, helping to update files and organize information, etc.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I have NEW PIECES for you all to read as well.

I've been volunteering with Conscious Collective as well (We have BIG things planned for GSU)

So far I've been accomplishing all I set out to do.

If you missed my performance on campus last semester and missed my performance again on January 26th don't fret I have more shows!

February 11th, 2011 Urban Life Building 5pm
February 17th, 2011 Rialto Center
Georgia State's Annual "Black Affair" (TBA)

Stay tuned for my NEW SPOKEN WORLD MATERIAL!!!

Be blessed. I'm back on the grind =)