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”.

You See but Don’t See…

Can’t eat

no

home

just

concrete

cold

dirty

grains

of sand

stomped

upon

globally

cold

icy

burns

beneath

the

tents on a

ground

of cardboard

removal

quietly

surviving

and

rushed

into a

buried

ground

cleansed

by

no hospital

no visitors

no family

no name

its

inevitable

dust to dust

back to

ashes

water

wash away

in the

sewers

cause

no one

knew us

as

homeless.

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.

These Days…

Dark tunnels

pass

near

rather than

far

present

in

living

when

death

whereabouts

Inside

the head

purely

running around like a two-year-old

on a playground

screaming

loud

under a bleacher

Ahhhh!

Student to a teacher

A+,

plus, plus,

degrees

to the

cleverest

to shoot

for a forecast

life

from the hood

wishing

that they’re

little engine

that

could…

but,

never

overseas

never

overcoming

the stuck

in the yuck

like gum

overwhelmed

to be

scrape off

once

found

beyond dark

shadows

that follows

under pressure

walking.

Burdens

trapped

under

alligator skin

clamping

into

ways to get

into

a death roll

twirling

around

rough tidal waves

crashing

deep in

depths

to

sorrow

until

nothing

left

except

the burdensome

bullet

in my pistol.

Midnight

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Dark and alone…home

but

not really there…

sitting between walls

looking at them with a blank stare…do I dare?

Emotions everywhere

mind all over the place

rocking back and forth

without

a rocking chair

blowing out

hot air

mumbling, ”Do I really care?”

If midnight was in

the daylight

maybe I would

dissolve in the sunlight

away from

the darkness

that hunts

me often

to

put me in

a burial coffin

dead

from my own head.

 

 

Stank

Eeeeeeel!

Funky

clogged

up

dirty

drains

spills

nasty filth

of

a grime mouth

running-out

sewers

rats in

packs…

Come

See

Me…

Here…I …Am.

Locked and loaded

waiting,

to

squeeze-off

happy

yo-muck-head

to

bleed out

a

Prayer

to God, …Wait!

Candles

lit

patience

to

sit

holding

on to

the situation

or

headout.

Angermanagent

red…

spread

em’ out

stinky- inky…

this is

or

this ain’t

a cleanse

gone bad.

Remember What?

Flashbacks…,

daydreams…,

Nightmares…,

they’ve

come and go

into

memories

of anguish

and spooked

into swirling

illusion and confusion

Woken

into insanity

sailing back

off track

to tailor

defeat…

No, No, No,

not me

anymore…

pressing

reset on the

cranial lobe

of toxic

cancer

eating away

precious

today’s…

Shy

hiding

not

confiding

tried and exhausted

sobbing for

solutions

to

dead this

slow execution

of misery…

No, No, No,

can’t talk

about it,

write

about it,

or even

try to

describe it…,

muting

the

wanna

knows

sparingly

from

an pandora box

filled

of trying not

to

Remember…,

To

how I

wanna be

remembered

as

not

crazy.

Returning to Visit

In a cold

dark room

she sat in slient

on concrete

looking down

at the space

between her toes,

rocking back and forth

to many triggers shots

stealing time preoccuping

her mind she reached

maximum capacity.

“Talk to me,” I whispered.

She looked at me once

and turned her face.

Golden droplets

leaked down her

shaking pants leg

to the ground.

She parted her dry lips

to bite her finger nails,

shaking her head

side to side,

swollen eyes

looked into mine

she said,

“I want to be erased, kill me now, or I will myself, no matter what it takes.”

Slowly walking towards

her we embraced in a hug.

Four knocks…

guards open large

medal door.

Stepping out of the threshold

she yelled, “I love you girl, don’t come back to My Hell. ”

the door slammed closed

for seventy-two hours

and three minutes later,

she was pronounced dead…,

never forgetting

a moment

because

she’s always in my head.

Closed Casket

I smelled

the Roses

before

collected

bouquets

as I

go

if I

died

today

Touche…,

No

money

can convey

I am a

limited

edition

classy female beast,

grew up

on the

east side

of my b-town streets,

No

honey

sweeter

to sting

your heart

with joy

or

buzzfeed

ya

right

outta

own

front door

than

thee,

five-foot-three

shorty

holding

University degrees

living

day by day

being

the best mom

I can possibly

be

praying

one

day my

son

can live

a

better life

than

me,

avoiding

momma’s struggles,

working

quadruple doubles

or reloading

a glock from

troubles…,

One bullet,

No

name

it aims

and claims

away precious

life

in loving memories

her

name

don’t weep

or

air-mouth-sing

to my

casket…,

I was here

before

smelling

the Roses

collecting

my

bouquets

from around

the ways

Touche…,

if you

never ever

gotta

know

me

on any

of my

Living

days.