Roots

Roots undone

Poor Uncle Rucus

Black boys who aren't reminded that they glow under moonlight tend to forget that they too are gods.

Old School Shit

Old school shit

With some new school hits

Cruisnin down 65 with Reggie on my lips

And my baby by my hips

Sun seeping through my 6'4

Ice cold drip

Blessing Blue Black skin

Suga Suga

Sweet Like Honey

Alice

I've never been in love, I've watched those whom i thought could maybe be the match to my flame... chose other. Love to me has been a fantasy.

Clouded mirrors.

Alice is lost in a wonderland of their own made up desires.

Here I stand, wishing and hoping that maybe someday I'll manifest a lover, a friend, someone who says it's you. But night after night I am left alone with nothing but almost memories to lull me to sleep.

Dear Body

I guess the first thing I should say is that I’m sorry. I don’t know when or why it first happened, but I know along the way I left you with the responsibility of picking up and dealing with the recklessness I choose to disengage with long after I realized that to this world you would always be nothing more. Simply nothing more, and I would always only remain incapable of protecting you from the violence that comes with that marker. And so I quietly disappeared to the corners of my mind hoping that there she would save me, so I built here an armor and left you alone to fend for yourself. 

Mother

I am the mother, the alpha and omega

Center of the the universe, goddess, goodness; baby this is divinities truest 

Jasmine scented, Goddess mother she anointed me, bathed me in holy waters, dragged me through mud and soil, and washed my soul clean. Disarmed me of anything I could claim as my own.Presented me at her door steppes and asked me who are you? 

And I answered I 

Poet Breathe

Poet breathe for your days are not as dark as they seem. Poet relax take a bath to meditate your soul as Ms. Badu flows through the air. Poet sing because when there’s nothing left to say music explains it all. Poet learn to see the beauty in the small things, like how lovely the world seems every morning at its rebirth, or how the blue birds sing up high in the tree. Poet rejoice because there is more life in you than you can imagine. Poet feel, because even though it maybe pain that flows through you, it is through our emotions that we discover what makes us human. It’s what feeds us, it’s what keeps us alive. Poet put down the blade, put down the bottle, pick up your pen and write your pain away. Poet breathe for your dark days are numbered and your sun will shine again.