Burning down the Wickerman

holds like setting fire

to myself, I built to survive.

Every dry limb,

a lie carried,

every hollow rib, the fear I fed,

the woven smile,

a mask worn .

Flames whisper

as they rise,

a language...

when I say "please" am I asking or begging am I being respectful or begging for a chance to be heard what does “please” mean what does “please” get me besides practiced patience and almost things is "please" really a thing or a way to slap...

These are my damn words

not softened,

not sanded down,

not dressed up

to make anyone comfortable.

They rise raw,

refuses to whisper,

refuses to apologize

for being loud.

If they burn,

let them burn.

These are m...

don’t get the wrong idea
when you read the words I write
and listen with attentive ears
to the words I speak

just because you saw me dancing in the street
and celebrating for days on end
when I heard that afros
black panther tee shirts
a...

There’s a riot breaking... fists, fire,

A storm of everything

Walls shake,

Truth cracks,

the quiet splinters like glass.

The uprising

of souls

tired of being contained.

The chaos is destruction.

It’s release.

Insi...

I AM SO

REAL REAL,

do you know

how I

FEEL FEEL???

some

ISH,

I just gotta

DEAL DEAL,

this ain't

NO SIDE SHOW,

or a

THRILL

THRILL, SOMETIMES

I AM MEAN,

MOST TIMES

I AM KIND,

SOMETIMES

I AM MAD,

BUT

RIGHT NOW,

I'M JUST FINE!!!

J...

STOP, just Stop.

I’m done swallowing storms

to keep the peace.

I’m done carrying weight

that was never mine

to lift.

This is the moment

the world hears my boundary

loud and clear.

STOP

before you burn yourself

STOP, just STOP

The n...

Angry, reflective....

two flames in the same glass,

one burning hot,

one burning slow.

I stare at myself

and see the truth

I tried to outrun:

the anger isn’t wild,

it’s wounded.

And the reflection

isn’t shame,

it’s clarity

the ...

Pour the water to wash away the weight of yesterday’s dust.

Sip the wine to honor the fire still burning in my chest.

I am learning that healing is a rhythm

a rinse, a rise, a taste of sweetness after the bitter has passed.

DAMN—

that’s the only word

big enough

to hold the weight

of what just broke open.

The truth landed hard,

no warning,

no mercy,

no time to brace.

But here I stand,

breath sharp,

heart steady,

ready to rise

fro...

We are the object of desire

Melanin men spindled and folded into robes of gold

Whipped black backs on display hanging from trees

For all the world to see

The strange business of bodies as a commodity

Sexual oddity

Sorrow sold to ...

Shadows hide under the sun, quiet as secrets that refuse to die.

Even in the brightest heat, they cling to the edges, curling around truth like a warning.

Light doesn’t erase darkness— it only shows where it’s been waiting.

slipping benea...

Stand down.

Not because I am fragile, but because I am finished shrinking to make room for someone else’s thunder.

I’ve held my tongue, folded my fire, softened my edges for far too long.

But today, I rise unarmored and unafraid.

Stand...

The words you carry are heavier than the night.

I see the storm gathering behind your teeth,

the lightning of a truth you’re afraid to release.

Hold it a moment longer— let the world stay still before your voice reshapes it.

For even s...

Part not thou lips, for I can hear the truth before it’s spoken.

The breath you hold trembles against the silence, a confession waiting to break its own chains.

Let the moment stay whole— unbroken, unruined, a fragile truth balanced on the e...

It came back

like a storm we swore we’d outgrown,

a shadow stretching

from wounds we never let heal.

The circle tightens—

old words in new mouths,

old fears in new clothes,

old lines redrawn

as if time never learned its les...

How did time convertMorganucodons into humans?

Over 200 million years ago, just walking around dinosaur ruins

A rat like shrew

Somehow evolved and grew

Into whales, platypuses, elephants, and apes

And after millions of B.C. dates

Into 8 bill...

I lay beside the anger like a fire that won’t die down, embers whispering what the flames were too loud to say.

It warms and wounds in the same breath, curling around my ribs like smoke that refuses to rise.

But morning always comes, soft as...

broke homegrown curses writing verses backwards in cursive each sentence a surgical precise incision a poet with a purpose not just spitting for attention a descendant of a lyrical ascension vivid vision like antenas straightens the lines on th...