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Tag Archives: poetry
first language (NPM2017 # 7)
one dreams in first language it is the language of prayer first language is where your soul lives where home is when it’s raining fire it’s where we land after falling through the ground we grow from the cathedral that … Continue reading
Posted in (NPM2017), first language, Uncategorized
Tagged ayodele wordslanger nzinga, National Poetry Month, poetry
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discomfort (NPM2017 # 3)
i tried to paint the picture they shuddered i needed them to see they averted their eyes i needed them to hear they put their hands over their ears they say they want to understand but they can’t stay in … Continue reading
in the beginning (NPM2017 # 1)
in the beginning before the day wakes up i am whole dreaming the world as it should be i fly in my dreams i can see in dreams the dead whisper in dreams i listen they have let go of … Continue reading
black alice’s bluz (NPM2017 # 2)
fractured praying on the one one day maybe one not enough now not enough yesterday or the day before i am black alice running twice as fast to stand right in the same place today as yesterday and the day … Continue reading
Posted in (NPM2017), North American African Perspective
Tagged ayodele wordslanger nzinga, poetry
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30 in 30 National Poetry Month 2017
In honor of National Poetry month and my first language; I will offer a poem a day for April 2017. I feel things that can only find air in a poem and in these times I find myself too busy … Continue reading
the house hustle made
this is the house hustle made born blessings due 101 in the shade rough rider striding through life behind the veil imperial no fade the light in the house hustle made instructed by the bones bottom of the ocean on … Continue reading
Old Men
blue black creased by living gin on their breath underneath the weight of the crush of being born invisible 5 dollar cigars and knowing in their mouths long eyes pained by memory grown in the shadows of years stacked atop … Continue reading
mineral folk
in the bottom of the world empty belly hungry soul diamonds in the rough roughing it pulling up on bootstraps yeah we do impossible sideways on life’s freeway just the beat & hustle no guarantees no promises no warranty just … Continue reading
Mike Brown, 2015
We would rather have our sons than wear t shirts That say rest in peace we know there can be no peace In the absence of justice no peace as long as it’s just us overstanding Black lives Matter no … Continue reading
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Tagged #ayodelenzinga, black lives matter, mikebrown, poetry, vigils, warrior art
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