Poetic Injustice

It could have been me.

Statistically, It would have been me.

Shame and fear wrapped around a finger,

that pulled a trigger

and It wasn't right.

My heart swallows itself

when I'm holding his hand

and when I'm walking home at night.

Tell me why they're allowed to take another life;

another bright colorful life.

We're an endangered specie

with no rights and no protection.

We live in a world where strange fists

meet our skin when we display affection.

They say fairies,

We say humans.

With no equality;

bigots can turn us into angels.

Mark,

my words are blinded by pride,

sadden by sorrow,

laced with poison

and inspired by the freedom of tomorrow.

Poem for the dancer

Tap dancing still,

but actually dancing slowly.

I do cherish the time

but I can’t help wanting you to love me.

It could be winter or this city,

causing me to act this way

and judging how you treat me.

I don’t know how to play spades,

so I laid all my cards out on the table.

I still see that you have doubt

and maybe that’s why I am unstable.

Your actions speak louder than my words.

And when you think of bees,

I think of birds.

I can tell you’ve been stung

but wish you could listen to my little bird

and the song that’s being sung.

I won’t fight attraction;

nor will I ignore the subject of satisfaction.

There are wants and needs in life

and

I want to have you in my life

but I have needs

and it’s only right

to give what is received.

Are you ready to stop tap dancing around me

and learn a different dance?

Paint a different picture?

Understand another being?

Some things can’t be forced

and I’m not trying to.

I’m looking to form.

Grow with me.

Create with me.

Share with me.

Be more than just being ‘with me’.

Dance with me.

Undone

How quickly it can go

in the same order

with a different flow

broken apart

Every pick at the string

sends ripples in my heart

oh crystalised guitar

Oh hurt soul

reflect

oh hurt soul

regroup

oh hurt soul

release

Hope sings

just listen

hope dreams

believe now

Heart pounds

alive but not well

damn drums sounds

reviving my vital lines

Moving on,

because my work is undone.

THE LOVE OF TWO LIONS

How many years has it been?

or

How many minutes, how many hours, how many days?

I feel like I’ve known you forever

We’ve been locked up in cages, trained to be stared at and judged

Somehow, our hearts broke us free

Deep inside, bared a heart so great,

so lively

so strong

so beautiful

we couldn’t contain it for long

I made my way to the concrete jungle

alone, without my pride

This big heart of mine kept me going throughout the day

but at night, when the tears start to come

I hear your roar

I remember you

It seems like a lifetime, but I remember

We licked each other’s wounds

You told me if I was strong, we’ll find each other again.

I told you, as long as the moon and the stars light up the sky at night,

I’ll think of you

Your soft paws and radiant smile

I’ll roar right back at you

For what seems like our sadness and loneliness,

is really our love

setting us free

showing our strength  

THE BEAUTY WITHIN

There’s a vessel with a chest,

It held a treasure for 24 years

There’s a silver armor,

A knight fought many battles inside it

There’s a body craved in perfection,

but these people are not from Krypton,

They are not like Superman

They can’t see through objects

They can imagine to what’s on the inside of the chest

They see the armor, but not the knight

They see the body, but can’t see the heart pumping blood and love.

Limitations to their eyes and mind

Here I stand, atop my castle

To many, it’s beautiful

but that’s outside

This king is a lonely king

because people only see what’s on the outside

Will they ever see the beauty within

or will they forever be…

on the outside looking in?

Rare king

Bloom through cracks daddy.

You aren’t facing their backs.

No sir,

No love there

but there’s love here;

Inside the heart

that beats inside your chest.

and what’s the past?

Just a cruel test.

Most people cheat

but you daddy,

you persevered

and you are here,

ready to be crowned

and lifted above  the ground

because you are the man of your dreams

and you are one of the few rare kings.

Island boy

The smile is what caught my attention.

It’s as bright as the sun.

Brighter.

Just like the moon lights the night sky.

Your smile brings something sweet but wild.

I felt safe.

Your skin, so dark.

beautiful dark.

raised under the sun you were.

I can’t imagine a smile not sitting on your face

or laughter not escaping your mouth.

Island boy, what’s not to love about you?

Your heart is gold.

Bless your mom & pop for raising such a beautiful soul.

Island boy, what’s not to love about you?

black, dark skin so soft.

Playful feet and hands, matches your soul.

Your mind is the vast ocean to me

so overwhelming and deep

but those eyes

those eyes

once trapped and i couldn’t free myself

time just flies,

when gazing into your eyes

a whole Sunday in bed

relaxing,

making mental notes of everything we said

Island boy, what’s not to love about you?

I treasure you

I treasure you.

Another one of those love poems.

I’ll lose count of the letters

but never forget what I wrote.

Ask me what our first exchanged words were

and I’ll tell you every time up until to the day the angels come to take me away.

This thing that sparked inside us

It’s called love

and we found it in the most amazing place.

Hope wasn’t lost,

It guided us to one another.

It said fuck the past pains, the distance and the people that said it won’t work.

As long as I see that smile

that face

and hear that voice

and your laugh;

It makes all the minutes apart worthwhile.

Baby, I’m not gassing your head-

only and truly marveling at your intelligence

and beauty.

It’s dope that we can stare at each other for hours

and not complete a single sentence

but still smile like two big goofy kids falling in love over night.

What babe?

Can’t I feel proud that I get to lay next to your body

and hold it at night while the stars light up the dark sky

then wake up and realize it wasn't a dream

It’s real baby.

and it’s not finished

We're still a million love letters and poems away...

A fool with a treasure of gold

in the chest, beats two hearts intertwined

So, I treasure...you.

I belong to me

ALL MY FLAWS

AND ALL MY INSECURITIES

ARE WORN LIKE GOLD CHAINS ON HIP HOP STARS.

I MAY NEVER BE THE PERFECT WEIGHT, THE PERFECT SIZE, THE PERFECT COLOR OR THE PERFECT DATE

BUT ON JULY 24, 1987

A BEAUTIFUL BLACK BABY BOY WAS BORN

AND ALTHOUGH THE LACK OF LOVE TORE HIS HEART IN TWO

DREAMS KEPT HIM GOING

ALWAYS ASPIRING TO BE BETTER

FORCING A GOOFY SMILE THROUGH THE BAD WEATHER

AND NOW HE STANDS

LOOKING AT THE MAN IN THE MIRROR

WITH LION’S PRIDE

BIG DARK EYES

DEFLECTING ALL HIS ENEMIES’ TRIES

HE PREPARED HIS BODY FOR WAR

BUT PRAYED FOR PEACE & LOVE

SO WHEN I’M ALL ALONE

SITTING ON THE CLOUDS

I REMIND MYSELF THAT

THAT I BELONG TO ME

I LOVE ME FOR WHO I AM

FOR BETTER OR WORSE

CUS’ NOBODY CAN LOVE ME BETTER THAN I CAN LOVE ME

SO BEFORE I EVER TELL SOMEONE “I DO”

THEY’LL NEED TO KNOW

I BELONG TO ME, TOO.

His dream

He had a dream. A big dream. A voice. A powerful voice.

My little dark eyes grew big in surprise, didn’t recognize the love and beauty inside.

I rejected my skin for such a long time.

Little Monster you are, I told myself.

But his dream, unlike many, planted a seed in dark souls of mankind.

A seed deep within me.

Every flower has its struggle to grow.

The soil can be rough.

Don’t let it hold you down, find your sunshine.

He stood above us, only to help us rise up.

Rise up my brothers and sisters!

We can dream and believe at the same time.

His dream, his non-violent fight won us the war.

Rights were given, but the most important right was deep within us.

The right to dream.

Advocate peace and receive peace.

Your mind, your heart, your soul!

Growing from the seed in your dreams

Believing with your eyes and your mind

“I seen the promised land” he said

“We as a people get to the promise land”

I opened my dark eyes and felt my dark skin.

I was a flower.

A beautiful flower.

And it all started with him

and his dream.