When I look at my beautiful Black people full of melanin I see gods walking in the midst of human beings And then I get to thinking about the evident Ingrained power inherited by the Supreme Being I look up at the sun...
I don’t write spoken word Or personal narratives I write poems that are molded from my thoughts about living in an unjust world I’m in a private area...
We hide in shadows, under the wings of a peacock.How interesting it's to valuenothing, even ourselves.The colour, silhouette,  fades  beforeour very eyes; like the dying flame of a candle.As we walk, work with mixed faceson the wall of peafowls,a...

Being Free

Poem by Edwin Freeman To be free is to have control over your mind To be free is to be at peace with yourself To be free is to remain humble at all times To be free...

On This Twilight

The sun is leaving, The clouds scatter. When will you be back? Will it matter? The wind cools my skin On the twilight As the stars come into view For another night. How many will I see In my life? How many people Will enter my strife? The eyes of the...
When I was twelve, I shoplifted a pairOf basketball shoes. We could not affordThem otherwise. But when I tied them on,I found that I couldn’t hit a shot. When the ball clanked off the...
Freedom of speech and peaceful protesting Peaceful protesting and freedom of speech Colin Kaepernick and Muhammad Ali Fighting for justice and taking a knee Just expressing my American right to assembly When I find myself handcuffed, locked, chained Locked for the very thing I sought...

Era of Expression

  Pen and padding. Planning. Your life to some ultimate goal.   Let the ink sink into the paper. Never fading into the stigmas Of environment or former conditions. No distractions Of implied thoughts from main sources That feed the world that we live in.   Not even the parent has...

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