Ready, Aim, Fire


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I’ll pour love into you Pour love into the deepest parts of you Those hidden, seldom revealed places you’ve held for the most sacred I will love you Beyond reason or rhyme No need for space or time I’ll edify you with prayers in the name of your blessings I will petition God to resurrect…

Way Too Soon


I don’t want to be a cold slab of nothing thrown into the back of an awaiting tin can of a van I do not want to be toe tagged ready for my maker unable to take another breath of life I do not want to meet death without peace of knowing that every aspiration…

Nakupenda


She wanted to see love so I scribed a hundred love poems with her name in every one Left permanent indentions of my intentions that could be seen even when the ink wasn’t present She wanted to smell love so I poured my heart and soul into grandma recipes and served her willingly until the…

Burning Leaves in Memory 5/30


I’ll never forget the smell of fresh burning leaves in the fall Smells like grandma Like Kiera, if you don’t get outside right now and rake those leaves I used to put lines in the dirt just to make it look clean It didn’t even matter that our laundry was hung in the front yard…

Forbidden Fruit 3/30


I should have never touched it I should have never tasted it Never savored the delicacy of its flavor languishing across my lips I should have kept my distance Observed it from afar allowing it to bask in its radiance But it called me ever so softly Beckoned my name in whispers only I could…

Still Marching For Justice 2/30


On the 4th day of the 4th month of the 40th year of your life April 4, 1968 Thinking of your decision to join the Poor People’s Campaign I wonder if you knew… That some decisions ain’t have to be made Some choices don’t come back All ain’t fair in love and war cause human…