PARADISE

PARADISE

 An untimely beauty with soft dark skin.

She walks with the confidence of a queen strolling along the gold path laid before her.

Wearing exquisite cloths crafted by the most conscious designers of her village.

Her hair is golden with coils shining like crystals in the sun.

Watching her children play and laugh at the elephants and giraffes.

 

She bends down to place her hands in the soil to connect to the vibrations of the earth.

A smile graces her face as the merchants surround her with jewels, stones, and sage.

The horizon blends into the green ocean as the seagulls dive elegantly below the surface.

Music begins to play in the distance.

The drums and flutes harmonize as her hips begin to join the rhythm of the waves.

The breeze overtakes her the wind wraps its arms around her fragile body and carries her closer towards

the beat.

 

Her people are waiting and watching in awe as she moves through the crowd.

Smiling and rejoicing the harvest was graced with abundance.

Her children grab the maracas and the celebration is magnified.

A peace settles over everyone as the flutes begin to play a soothing frequency.

This is my home, this is paradise.  

Black Conversations

Black Conversations

To be clear I don’t want your sympathy or your empathy.

What I need is the life that was promised to me when my spirit was placed into my mother’s womb.

A life of discovery, patience, vitality with freedom to love hard, live light and laugh feverishly every single day.

Well why don’t you pray?

Praying for a promise that already lies within me.

Access to these things God already gave me the key.

If I pray will this prevent the cops from shooting me?

Will it prevent COVID from consuming my family?

Will it clear the vision for those who see only my brown skin as a sin?

Well you know we trying to do better, but this system is where it all begins.

So why don’t you pray I say?

Praying for my people to fail so yours can prevail.

Access to these things the plantations made sure your lineage secured a generational key.

If you pray would you trade places with me?

Will your prayer be to finally see me?

The invisible strike of your lashes from the whip you never held in your hands.

Well you know my scars are beginning to heal from the trauma of America’s land.

3rd year half marathoner back!

I am looking forward to my 3rd year with the poetry marathon. It has allowed me the space to focus on my work and create poems I never thought I could produce. I am releasing my first poetry book, ” A Divine Collection of Chaos” next month and I give a shout out to the poetry marathon for helping me create pieces for the book! Follow my Instagram for more info on the book release @divinecollectionofchaos