Difference. Indifference.


Difference. Indifference.

A man I know

was diagnosed with high blood pressure

He found a doctor who listened to him

Now, he’s under control and loves beets and smoothies

A woman I know

found a cure for her type of cancer

Her doctor referred her to a Specialist

Talk about dumb luck, huh?

A Black man I know

was diagnosed with high blood pressure

He was given a vial of pink pills

The pill bottle never asked him if he could read

A Black woman I know

was rushed to the hospital because of her acid reflux

The x-ray she finally had showed something else

Now, she’s too weak to take that vacation trip

When voices are not heard

assumption are made

For no one should dispute the spoken word

until a head is forever laid

In our final resting place

We all look the same

only then, can we all be looked in the face

instead of pointing fingers towards the one to blame

The Decision


When I saw the tree
in the Robert Frost novel,
I knew i had crossed over
Glowing sun not damaging me
any further
No sounds that i
could not agree with
No being with demands
who hurled all that is unholy at me
My touch felt like a hug
No seat was necessary
for i knew i was just visiting
All was explained to me
And that was all
I needed to know
I didn’t belong there
Was my soul still not at rest?
I could not adjust to all that serenity
But i knew what was constant before
I knew my mission
Obtain Peace before i had Peace
It’s called the Tree of Life
It’s just not for me, yet

See Me


I hear voices

But no one’s home

All these choices

Yet still, I’m all alone

 

Tell Me

Am I bothering You?

I can still see

Why You can’t tell the truth

 

Do You want me to go

Or let You shout it out?

Feeling so low

Why should I do without?

 

Can’t You touch me

Like You used to?

Still Your Baby

Looking to be Your shoe

Will You ever whisper

Sweet things like You used to?

Whisper Baby, Whisper

In this room built for two

 

I know You don’t know it

But, I was leaving anyway

Couldn’t make it fit

So I convinced myself to stay

 

Now, I see You got something on Your mind

No need to fight with yourself

You’re about to run out of precious time

‘Cause I’m about to start seeing somebody else

 

See Me

Always

See Me

Feel Me

Always

See Me

Good Night Glory


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Let me tell you a story

About a young buck South

In his nighttime glory

Getting high off his tunes

To later use one or two spoons

Minding his own business

Short of a neighborhood

Where his own kin lived

But that wasn’t enough

Came a lone-star stranger

Hoping to strut his stuff

Alerting the Po-Po

About his urge to blow

One whose smile was hard to glow

Stay back, they said don’t go

Like jumping from a rooftop

He made the kid stop

The pistol told a different story

For the cop and

Lone-Ranger gunning down

The nighttime glory

 

Stand Your Ground

Was the law they found

To cover up gagged and bound

And rid themselves of a Bassett Hound

Happens almost everyday

When night takes a walk in the day

The wrong way

Nighttime brings about fear

When things become missing it’s all too clear

That it must have been them

The ones who used to swing from a limb

But what’s past is past

Not in the midst of a law built to last

Maybe it’s just a slap in the face

Getting back at the darkness who won the race

Shame on America

When an unjustified death won’t disparage ya

A stalker is the aggressor

It’s doesn’t take a rock scientist or professor

To see that

It’s still about dollar signs

When a repressed Black man is bombarded with wines

And spirits

Damn near Whip-Its

Keeping his head underwater

He barely feeds his daughter

Let alone his son

Who’ll always be on the run

Because the Judge became executioner

Placing the blame on a juror

Who arrived with furor

After a brief tour of

The decision she would rise above

Six out of twelve

That was all was needed to send the dead to Hell

The Defense made a rinse

Out of the Prosecution probably made to straddle the fence

Jesus died for the Jews

Saved a man with a name who helped hide all the clues

With Justice

Because it just is

Now they all can take a pill

Shoot at will

Aim to kill

Yet and still

Until

A lighter shrill

Gets a fine thrill

From Tonto at the mill

Then nighttime glory

Gets paid for his fatal story

Stand Your Ground Law

Shole does have a fatal flaw

Those who lied

About what they saw

Need only be despised

By their mental claw

We know they saw much more

Women telling untruths so their butts won’t sore

Or

Men of his peers

Who supported a cause like one against steers and queers

Is it still envy toward the young buck

Who has all that hangin’ and still down on his luck

Whoever wrote “The Message”

Needs to come out of hiding and re-write the passage

Of the Black man

Who can’t even stand

When there’s a rule

That calls him a fool

For being a tool

In a tar pool

Even if he has gone to school

Where is Glory?

 

Until the cup is empty


Like coffee grounds

You have changed your course

To flow into the pot

that you want to be a part of

To become the perfect brew

a little color and specter is added

to your impression

While you add your own sugar

depending on what catches you

You are taken in according to your warmth

Special attention paid to your burn

Then, when you become perfect

siphoned are you

Until the icing is seen at the bottom

You are spent for your flavor

your packaging, act of mouth

As silent as you are

As silent as you can be

Still, you are swallowed however whole

Soothing their craving

Like impregnating the barren

by every fiber of nature

Amidst arrogance

Until you can do no more

followed by a chaser just like you

Dripped from the same grinder

(Casket) Ready


Adieus bidded

Pictures painted

Two hours on this stage

Still performing

Until

no makeup is needed

Even answering to Freddy

lets you know you

are funeral ready

At any time

In any place

You are

Because you have made amends

 

How can there be sorrow

when yesterday

they all looked forward to

a better tomorrow

Sometimes they never knew

you were bidding adieu

Then again

Neither did you

 Those fond memories

Oh how

they linger on