Time flies through these moments
Never tell me what year it is
This bliss, sweet
rings so true
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In Case You Forgot
The makings of a supreme
Equals extreme conditioning
Empowered and confident
Black boy
Like a tug of war
Your face, snatched
Your pain, drank
Your death, sang
Your glow, rinsed
Extreme resilience, I must say
Micro waved out from the gutters
Envisioned
Predicted,
like the messiah
You are the clock
that keeps all ticking
You are the currency
that pulsates the market
From the turn of the southern belt
To the western lagoon of Lasgidi
You are the sun
From you, life exists
Dead by the Pen
Fed to the wolves
skin ripped apart
Innards all spread out
Glistening with snow
A Bouquet of rosa
painted on winter bones
Spleen filtering warmth
Far out from moist broadleafs
Here, present
Silence followed by
Yellow stone decay
Days left for dead
Yet
Another red ink
left on white sheets
Simple World: black balance
Random: at our core. We grow up understanding this basic principle of life. For example, the idea of power; Our tribe-culture understands the diversity of what the word brings but we don’t dwell on that bad knowledge in past tense form, we grow up seeing, speaking, dancing, feeling, eating with the two sides of power at equal lengths. The infiltration and desimation of our culture has broken that stability so much we stand fully with the yin, the controlled. The yang; uncontrollable side we have blindly left, that’s why I believe we are stuck in this revolving control system never accounting for the balance that will come. I think for our balance to scale back to the middle, we lots must face real time repercussions of dwelling in the yin for this long.
the hunt
The ancient black wolf
Wrinkled muzzle,
teeth bared out
prances
seeking a taste for another winter blood
yet
A cursed demon lurks
nearby
behind tall white hovering angels
searching for the wolf
reeking of blood-hungry instincts
black ptsd
Flexing while in motion
The hate builds up when
Brown passes brown
That hate placed in baby cries
Brown destroying brown
Only the strong survives mantra
The crabs the hoes and the weak
Don’t forget
At the neck when you bite
Gutter jungle sounds bytes
Metrics and vulture cycles
One Dollar bill mixed with blood and
Vengeance
Passed onto my unborn
Repeating my man made history
Always left bare with pain
Emotions always tight gripped
No leaks or spill overs
Running the maze
Holding the cross for
Another’s man race
Homecoming
I think about you from time to time
Every part of you
The corners, crescents
The way your eyes shines when the evening settles
Red earth: your body when the afternoon dust rests
I think about you when I’m alone
You must know
I still smell
you
Real memories now turned into star pointing
Gazing when the night is dark and the moon just bright right
Speed
Down this road
Many points to pivot
Forward they say
Even into quick sand
Comprised truth;
heard long enough becomes your dream
Sometimes a reset is needed
New Years, quarter earnings
Elite tower from in sky fights
Trump cards and face swaps
Different show,
repeated characters
We give inanimate life
Yet lack breath daily
Every yard not existing
Pushing on, robotic living
We truly despise been alive
Race to the trenches
Never ending,
injected demise
Testify
My mind is in the right place now
Heart clutched and seized for a second
Pumped only after I ran the mile
Keep going back to the center
To who I am
My voice within
No matter how much I skid
sideways, tunnel away
Money money
Greed and some green
Blinding light on Dior street
Never the real thing
Can’t fake the sun
My brown skin show the true gems
Taste for finer things
Tongue tasting, many feigns
Vices in all forms
Distractions in headache pills
The years then stretch
Yet I circumvent
Back to my core
Blood on paper
arteries pouring out
Ink and soul-spill
Splattered on word docs
Valley Down
The idea of my blackness only sunk in when I landed at the Dallas International Airport. The summer humidity was first to welcome me. It was unbelievable, stepping out from the air conditioned lobby into the bare intense heat. It felt like the melting heat was tugging at my skin, reminding, sucking away any trace of bodily fluid. This was different from the northern sun of Kaduna I was used to. This was the in your face type of sin in a way mirroring much of the attitude I was to receive later on.
SIMPLE WORLD 