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...
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...
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...
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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