Not another angry black woman

If I March for justice

That makes me nothing less than human

If I demand the police beheld accountable

I am nothing more than human

If I bang on doors and ask all my neighbors to sign the petition

I am nothing less than human

And if a man calls out for his mom as the air is squeezed forever from his lungs and the life goes out from his eyes

I am nothing more than a roaring mama bear

You’d expect no less action or behaviour on my part if it were your child left in my care.

I wasn’t there, but my heart ached just the same

And I knew exactly on whom to place blame.

But you took one look at me

And with not much more than a passing oncepver type of glance

You labeled me just another angry black woman

And shoved me out the back door.

But let me assure you, I am nothing more

Than human

And us humans will one day even up the score.

Over it

I’m over it

Not writing

But performance

I feel alone

Like no place is home.

I’m tired

And I just don’t know

If I can mass produce

The energy it takes

To maintain this smile upon my face

It all feels incredibly fake

And again I say…

I’m over it today.

I’ve Lost Count of the Hours

What hours are we in?

I don’t know

I’ve just finished a street party

And perhaps the drink was just a little too plenty

I’m just kidding- I don’t partake in the drink

So what other excuse could I have…

Maybe it’s time I go.

Again, I don’t really know.

Just another Poet

I’m just another poet

There’s nothing special about my voice or the words that my vocal chords produce

I’m just another person whose passion has been overturned

It spills over and covers the ground

I’m just another poet thinking thoughts

I cannot be bought

I look around and see this catastrophe that surrounds all of us

But I am not troubled

For I know this is only just the beginning of the end.

I am a person just like you

I am a poet

I’ve always known it

The only difference between you and me

Is that when I bleed it is with words that cause an unstoppable floetry

I’m just another person. I dare you to step forward  and try me.

7 is in the books

Some need new digs

To feel good

Or hit the town.

As for me, I just need to throw on a wig

Add a lil rouge

A small helping of Unxle Scrooge’s loot

And I’ll be ready to hit the town in my favorite dancing boots!

Hour 6

Are we done?

I think I’m done

No? Oh. Well damn.

My congratulations and many accolades

Will just have to wait

Til it pleaaes the  fates.

Half way

I won’t give up

I’ve never been a quitter

If you ask my mother thinking thoughts like that are surely a sin

We will all win

So long as we keep pushing until the end

But just right now, a nap would be good though.

We are half way there-

I won’t give up

I shall not quit

I will see what the end is gonna be.


Hour 5

In this 5th hour

I feel the need to say

I am a black woman

With black children

Who matter to me.

In this, the 5th hour…

It is important that you see

My black family is just as important as all you have produced from your belly.

In this the 5th hour, I want to scream…

Stand with me

Reassure me that I am worthy of the very breath I breathe.

In this 5th hour, please I beg of thee…

Hour 4, Prompt 2

1 a swing

2 oil

3 a man or a woman or two or three of each

4 candles

5 a house to one’s self, with absolutely zero kids running about

This is the place for which one could jump off

For an afternoon of great bedroom sport

But there’s no need to rush things, indeed you are encouraged to take it slow

This is one frolic that deserves a great big show.

Rinse. Repeat. And do it again.

A word to the wise, though-

This recipe can be cause for a great raucous and noise.

And some cautionary thoughts, 9 months later babies can result.

Three Hours In

It is the 3rd Hour

The sun is shining

And I am already talking to myself about powering through

It isn’t that I don’t want to finish this great race

But really, I’d rather be out and about having the sun shine and splash all in my face.

Perhaps a walk will suffice-

Then cool down with a drink filled with ice.

Yes, that really would be quite nice.

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