We Ain’t A Curse

It’s nothing you can say to me

from the gutter

to something other

it’s the newest slavery

No, No,

I don’t need anyone

to pray for me

Life bless my soul

nothing less

than the Best

so when I’m laid

to rest

I’ll still be Black, Beautiful, and BOLD!

Yes!

Caution:

Getting back to the basics

people been racist

you can’t stop imposters

eating their shrimp and losters

buying at slient auctions

taking life as their options

from

my people

with little regard

to be

on guard.

Bang! Bang! BANG!

Too much

violence for

who brains?

Scared

they pull the trigger

shooting the pain

into

torn hearts

shot after shot

soooo

many

they forgot

if we live

there’s a plot

lock’em up

to let us

rot

by the end of their knots

hang’em from

contending

to show

Greatness

more powerful

than their

Universe

they

rather

take our lives

back

to

Reverse

dirt to dirt

labeled “Curse”.

Masked

Morning

into

mourning

thousands

is

hard to

swallow

like black

licorice.

Forty-five

lying

all

snickerish

covering

up

manure

in

fatalities

missing

the morals

of

reality

chirping

craziness like

“Great Again”…”Great Again”…

Pardon me,

since when?

This

aint

an

On/Off

Hollywood

production

camera scenes

movie

or wicky wonderland

dreams

lights, camera, action!

Not to

States

or

22 million

stay-in

out of

work

it’s been

repeated

6 feet away

or

6 feet deep

face

masked

extremes

coughing

ah-choo

quarantine

days

to

nights

hotter

than

a volcanic steam

glacier island

melting

away

from sun beams

but

TRILLIONS

in green

given

to people

ain’t broke

but the

joke

“We All In This Together”…

whatever

Be

Woke.

Uh-Oh…Its just business…

Money

flow

stop and go

S&P Dow

Up and Down

like riding a merry-go-round…frown

it’s just business

case closed

there goes

retirement

dough

age is

a number

social security

won’t be

no more…

it’s just business….

to whatever or whomever

floats

the yachets, masions, and expensive

cars

in a six car garage

mixed up

with

scammers…it’s just business…

lose it all

crawling behind

bars

riches to poor

money ain’t money

if you don’t

have it anymore.

Children’s Innocence

You gonna get yours!

Leave the innocence

alone

stalking and creeping

to take

a precious gift

gifted

not to you.

You gonna get yours!

Raging at a

frightened child

hitting

a tender small

undeveloped

body

so hard

leaving scars.

You gonna get yours!

I served

to protect

and care for

the little

precious souls

trouble

in ways

that mature them to

Old.

You gonna get yours!

Take my words

however

you choose

if you

mess with the

precious little ones

You

gonna

Lose

and get what you deserve!

Techno SetBacks

As swiftly

as a glance

fierce

looks

vanish

the innocence

away

by crooks

in the foggy

mist

reaching

to destroy

the vulnerable

into

emptiness…

Saying the truth

brings out the real

not many on sensitive

ears can deal

unless,

treading gently

not to offend

those

calculating the

right words

to a fragile

virtual world

of pausing

on

each level to

digest the complexity

of the Now.

Wake up!

Moving backwards

afraid

leads to

a deep

grave…

Stop,

hiding behind

peeking hands

refraining

from the

life truth

staring into

all colored eyes

yet,

reality

they despise

to open

ears

they don’t listen

and

blindly

muted to

nothing

but the

pierce pain

stabbing

away at

the young

generations

wrapped and

absorbed

in social media

gone from

the present and future.

Heavyweights

Storms in

my eyes

heaviness in

my heart

and silence in

my voice

to

collateral damage in

someone else’s

war

against

themselves

as knives

slices

straight

to the

point,

the same

boiling

water

softens the

potato

hardens

the egg

to break

into

shattered

pieces

of tiny

shells

bare and vulnerable

to its

yolk core,

exposed

to

even sugar

looking

like salt

until

no more.

Write Out

pen

talk

to my heart

leaking out

red ink

to an emptiness

void

sealed up

like Fort Knoxx

pumping rapidly

destroying

all happiness

as if

it’s

my fault…,

constantly

jabbing

round for round

nagging the past

as an emotional hoarder,

a perfect recorder

rewinding

to press play to

AGONY

when it

wanna…,

to sores

healed enough

but,

not enough

to keep

refilling

to

repeated

tragedies

and defeats

in a mind

struggling

to live

life

glee.

Now or Never

Loving the

fire in my

soul

and grace

in my

heart

of an

organic growth

without

pesticides

dieseling

droplets

to destroy

the beauty

bits and

ugly parts

blossoming

up

to

new ways

to love

me

gently.

Sunnyside

to a funnyside

of the

mental,

massaging

the

patience

to adore

all which

ain’t had

before,

MYSELF

out of the

dirt.

A Balled up

bud

buried to

the generic

genetics as

a seed

bursting

to prosper

and flourish

naturally

as Me.

The Hold Down Repeating

Hoodwinked

to be

shipped

and whipped

sold

for a

half-a-cent

unjustified

medley,

rattling chains

clink to

slaves

depleted ancestry

separated

in ways

unknowns

to

unmarked graves…,

Whispered into

years

those

were the

old 400 years…,

Present days,

old and young

clamps

ways

to those

leaping away,

clawing

them

back

into

the boiling pot

to be

flipped

out,

buried-in,

or

cast-out,

to

hatred

footsteps

knowing

where their

from, going, to future,

whereabouts.