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Tag Archives: lyrical poetry
spider woman and twin war Godz
Advertisements riding with spider woman and twin war Godz born into a state of war divined to be she who remembers shield carrier spear chucker hard to duck her up right in storm moving forward like water persistently … Continue reading
Dead Poets
Advertisements 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 … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, spokenword
Tagged ayodele wordslanger nzinga, black arts, lyrical poetry, narrative poetry, spokenword
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lynching tree memoy
Advertisements there are things I can never do i do not take certain things for granted no rose garden only grey tinted glasses blessed with memory too many people afraid to remember least the scars come open pus all over … Continue reading
Cotton and the Lynching Tree Gang
Advertisements there was a gang of them holding us down we were no match for such fierce cruelty we fought back best we could but they had friends in high places with last words to say we had … Continue reading
Bleaching Cream Blues
Advertisements 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 … Continue reading
Visible
Advertisements 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 … Continue reading
Phenomenology
Advertisements 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 … Continue reading
Prayers for Peace
Advertisements trust in righteous love but tie your camel I pray for peace as I sharpen swords my prayers have only known times of war I pray for peace as I protect my weapons my love for peace no ladder … Continue reading
Posted in Black Arts, Poetry
Tagged ayodele wordslanger nzinga, blk arts, lyrical poetry, narrative poetry, peace, war and peace
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Where are my weapons
Advertisements sitting in the middle of disarranged diminishing potential having passed torches hard to see so it seems light is fading life burns as fast as clips empty in drive bys I wait on the future to deliver what I … Continue reading
The Storm
Advertisements 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 … Continue reading
