I Am Black Afrikan American, and nothing will change that Kinky coils in my hair, black and sometimes nappy Brown skin, chocolate charm, dark and happy My name is Zakai That starts with a Z I chiropractic crack all those stereotypes of me This ebony ingenuity was never new ya see Why, this is the… Read on
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I named him sky, the golden boy Skin bright, beams bouncing off my hippocampus cold-hearted and hot-headed So high my eyes turned red for him Sky spoke of home like my frontal lobe ain’t his front door like he is cramped in a space of endless possibility always there, even when I wanted to be… Read on
managing my cold sweats and nightmares is quite a task By quite a task I mean extremely difficult, seemingly impossible, and nonetheless necessary so I split myself in two for help just to manage. I sit in my own lap, rocking in a chair a rocking chair. We sleep on a mattress on the floor… Read on
I feel like that box cutter has legs It moved from pocket to nightstand yesterday I’ll take it back to work tomorrow Yesterday my chest felt like anchors And there was nothing to drown me in I told a girl I loved her and the sky turned black Started falling. Turned into fog and crept… Read on
If my math is correct then if I write a thousand poems in my head the moment I think about killing myself then the thought cancels out. this is an equation I never show my work for the kind of math I do doesn’t often have proofs I just do as I am told. I… Read on
ain’t no music in the grave but the rattlin of bones the resonance of moans the silence. ain’t no films in the bottom of the lake no black woman tears no time lapsed years no plot twists. ain’t no love between the tread grooves of a tire no finger-laced walking, no laughter, sweet-talkin just dust… Read on