Monthly Archives: October 2015

same song

they want to know why my song don’t change it is my song it go where I go been through what I been seen what I seen it by default know what I know it is my song how it … Continue reading

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unsaid

you can’t be unsaid those who would do you don’t sleep well they are waiting for the sound of you remembering they stay busy erecting walls between you and memory trying to erase the cause without addressing it they say … Continue reading

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Clear

i am awake wide eyed sure aware here inside conscious looking out from knowing no rose colored glasses clear unafraid clear sure here present in this moment with real wounds transformed into badges of honor debts paid in charge of … Continue reading

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arrival

here because this is where i find myself carrying bags packed by dead people brimming with faint possibles twisted among rude impossibles bag on my shoulder song in my heart i have come to draw me on impossible tall singing … Continue reading

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late to the dance floor

(Sometimes you should dance the first time you are asked. Later is too late most of the time.) when they want to they do like a swarm best not to stand in the way of mobbing manifestations of destiny don’t … Continue reading

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Panther a Documentary by Stanley Nelson: A Film Review

Panther a Documentary by Stanley Nelson: A Film Review By Ayodele Nzinga I watched Alex Haley’s Roots on my Granny’s TV. I watched alone. My Granny could not stand to watch. She was visibly upset in a way I now … Continue reading

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weathered

standing in the storm rust the soul stand too long you crumble from within the ocean leaking from your middle saltwater eating at the outside I was born  standing in the storm long drops falling without end pregnant with sorrow … Continue reading

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