I AM..

I AM..

I AM FROM A TO Z AND EVERTHING IN BETWEEN
WHEN STRIPPED DOWN TO TH BARE MINIMUM,
I REVEAL WHAT’S USUALLY UNSEEN.
I AM A SIMPLE FORM OF EMOTIONAL EXPRESSION
SO FORGIVE ME FOR BEING TOO DEEP FOR YOU,
BUT THIS IS MY CONFESSION.
I ROLL WITH CATS FROM ADVERBS TO PROVERBS
QUOTING SCRIPTURES FROM KING JAMES
VERSION OF THE QURAN
I AM MY DAUGHTER’S DIALECT AND MY SON’S SECRETS.
I HAVE GIVEN BIRTH TO MAYA, NIKKI, LANGSTON, PHYLLIS AND BOB
AND I STILL STAND ON THE THRESHOLD OF A REVOLUTION
AS I LOOK OUT AMONGST THIS CROWD AND SEE MORE OF MY CHILDREN
MORE OF MY SEEDS THAT BREATHE THROUGH ME
WITH VOICES OF UNTAMED VERNACULAR
THAT CAN CLOSE EYES AND RECITE ME VERBATUM
I AM A ONE WAY TRIP TO KNOWLEDGE
BUT IF I RETURN, I’ll BRING YOU BACK SOME SOUVENIRS OF ANCIENT FOLKLORE
AND RANDOM ACTS ABOUT YOUR ANCESTORS.
I’LL SEND YOU POSTCARDS IN COURIER FORM AND E-MAILS IN HEIROGLYPHICS
BUT WRITE BACK WITH WHAT YOU KNOW OF ME
BECAUSE I AM POETRY.
I AM THE WALKING DEFINITION OF FEMININITY
I AM NUBIAN BEAUTY
BUT EVERY ONE JUST CALLS ME POETRY
I HAVE BEEN PIMPED AND PUSHED
FROM OPEN MIKE SPOTS
TO BLOCKS TOO HOT FROM THE FIRE OF GUNSHOTS
I HAD UNPROTECTED SEX WITH JAZZ
AND GAVE BIRTH TO HIP HOP
I AM SPOKEN, I AM WRITTEN
SENDING SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES WHEN SPITTING
I FLOW FREESTYLE
BECAUSE I CAN CREATE MY OWN DESTINY
I GREW UP IN THE HOOD WITH
CATS LIKE PAC WHO I INSPIRED TO KEEP THEIR HEADS UP
AND I WAS THE FIRST ONE TO KNOW
BRENDA’S GOT THAT BABY.
IT WAS THE INK OF MY BLOOD THAT TATTOOD
THE TEARDROPS ON CHEEKBONES
CAUSE IT’S BEEN SO LONG SINCE HOPE’S BEEN DONE
AND NO ONE KNOWS WHEN DADDY’S COMINGHOME
BUT BEING ALONE IS COOL WITH ME
CAUSE IN MY SATISFIED SOLITUDE
MY SPIRIT AND MY SOUL STILL MOVE WITH ME

I AM BURIED BENEATH THE BRICKS
OF BURNT BIRMINGHAM CHURCHES

I AM WITH THE STRANGE SOUTHERN FRUIT THAT STILL
SWINGS FROM STRANGE SOUTHERN TREES

I AM IN THE HEARTS OF THE AIDS VICTIMS OF AFRICA
AND THE ONES IN AMERICA
WHO DON’T EVEN KNOW IT

I AM IN THE EYES OF BABY GIRLS
AND ON THE BACKS OF BABY BOYS

I AM IN THE MIND OF THE ABORTED CHILD

I AM IN THE MOUTHES OF SINGLE MOTHERS
AND IN THE COURAGE OF SINGLE FATHERS

I AM IN THE DIARY OF YOUNG TEEN AGE SISTERS

I AM IN THE PRAYERS OF THE PARENTS WHO FEAR THAT THEIR CHILDREN WILL BE ASSULTED FOR LOOKING SUSPICIOUS WALKING HOME FROM THE LOCAL SPELLING BEE

I AM IN THE FISTS OF PEACEFUL PROTESTERS WHO TIRELESSLY DEDICATE THEIR LIVES TRYING TO PROVE THAT OUR LIVES MATTER

I AM HOPE, STRENGTH,COURAGE,WISDOM,
FAITH,THOUGHT AND EMOTION
I AM THE SPIRITUAL
I AM THE ARTISTIC, THE SOULFULL
I AM THE POETIC

Unofficially Missing You..

Unofficially Missing You..

Mr. One Day..

Mr. One Day..