Category Archives: spokenword

Dead Poets

some say all great poets are dead they lie for true poets never die never they say all great poets are dead I say they lie for poets live in the words are the breath of Godz are the eyes … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry, spokenword | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Bleaching Cream Blues

  early in the morning before the world puts on its face she stands in front of the mirror pinching this poking that pulling on the other she turns slowly counting the ways in which she is not enough too … Continue reading

Posted in Black Arts, Poetry, spokenword | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Visible

its not the hoodies or the skittles BART rides not the wallet he pulled out or the comb the cell phone not the toy gun or the raised empty hands perhaps its the kiss of melanin the brown black velvet-ness … Continue reading

Image | Posted on by | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Cotton’s Memory

cotton has a memory dreams that never went away a land of cotton with a memory held close like lovers mementos whispered quietly ¬†in board rooms that smell of linen & avarice living quiet lives at the dinner parties of … Continue reading

Posted in Black Arts, Poetry, spokenword | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Phenomenology

it is not your imagination its reality invisible unspoken really real for black & brown bodies housed in bruised lives it is an immutable truth bearing down ruthlessly on a harsh reality measured by any standard its not an individual … Continue reading

Posted in Black Arts, North American African Perspective, spokenword | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Storm

In the storm no eyes blind head back mouth open to the rain wash the sorrow & rage into my soul no one hears my cries nobody is coming for to rescue me no eyes in this storm brewing for … Continue reading

Posted in North American African Perspective, Poetry, spokenword | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Baggage

there are things i know things that came with me things older than me older than my mother and her mother things from the wind things from the ocean things sung by the dirt i remember the roll on the … Continue reading

Posted in Black Arts, North American African Perspective, spokenword | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Nambie

you know nothing of my life neither the contours or its jagged torn edges not its superfluity nor me in my sublimity the salient¬†sweet funk radiating out of my unborn thought dressed in melanin the saving grace of the diagnosed … Continue reading

Posted in Black Arts, North American African Perspective, Poetry, spokenword | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

God as a Wild Woman with Stars in Her Hair

They told me God was a wild woman with stars in her hair I have seen such women sun glowing in their eyes wind pouring from calloused finger tips still soft as the love burning in their oversized hearts big … Continue reading

Posted in Black Arts, North American African Perspective, Poetry, spokenword | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Crows

In conversation with Crows ancient obsidian sentries of the gate between worlds they remind me to stand in my integrity to know what I know and stay the path WolfHawkJaguar told me “Don’t give up before the miracle happens” I … Continue reading

Posted in Black Arts, Life., North American African Perspective, Poetry, spokenword | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment