"Poets are all those who have the courage to exercise their imagination and their empathy to create alternative worlds that provide vantage points from which we can critique, indite, change and transform the world in which we live." - Dr. Cornel West
Sunday, June 19, 2011
The Request
Help me not to see your face black man
evil, cruel, creature
help me
Not to hear you
beating her brown skin red,
turning her pink tongue blue
help me
white man
to know the good in you,
its gone now...
lost inside of her after you left
what was once green, now
un-nutured and growing
like a gangrene parasite
festering over questions
tumor over generations, spreading...
help me not to see you
your scarlet words are not love
your "golden" crack won't heal
they only poison her innocent mind
you don't take her pain away...
your "gifts" takes her family away!
you, yellow man
it is you,
a silent disease...
growing and
smothering her womanhood,
like a heart attack,
a stroke,
a cancer of the mind
quitely (emotionally),
unevenly,
spreading...
will somebody please,
rise up,
help her?
Copyright. 2010. Moji. S
evil, cruel, creature
help me
Not to hear you
beating her brown skin red,
turning her pink tongue blue
help me
white man
to know the good in you,
its gone now...
lost inside of her after you left
what was once green, now
un-nutured and growing
like a gangrene parasite
festering over questions
tumor over generations, spreading...
help me not to see you
your scarlet words are not love
your "golden" crack won't heal
they only poison her innocent mind
you don't take her pain away...
your "gifts" takes her family away!
you, yellow man
it is you,
a silent disease...
growing and
smothering her womanhood,
like a heart attack,
a stroke,
a cancer of the mind
quitely (emotionally),
unevenly,
spreading...
will somebody please,
rise up,
help her?
Copyright. 2010. Moji. S
Thursday, March 31, 2011
My First Love
Like my shadow in the night time,
He is with me
everywhere I go,
He shines on me,
He is my own, my moon, now I can see
so I softly embrace Him
gently...
He is with me everywhere I am...
He goes eagerly
When I run from my imperfections
He stays,
He's here
uprooting the foundations,
the seeds planted long ago
to keep me insane
Eventhough, I didn't want Him there,
when I'd rather laugh in my darkness,
He beams for me relent-
lessly
intercedes for me, unflichingly
He is with me, judiciously
religiously
He is for me,
see Him through me
He never leaves...
Copyright. 2011. Moji S.
Art: Watching Over Me by Frank Spivey
He is with me
everywhere I go,
He shines on me,
He is my own, my moon, now I can see
so I softly embrace Him
gently...
He is with me everywhere I am...
He goes eagerly
When I run from my imperfections
He stays,
He's here
uprooting the foundations,
the seeds planted long ago
to keep me insane
Eventhough, I didn't want Him there,
when I'd rather laugh in my darkness,
He beams for me relent-
lessly
intercedes for me, unflichingly
He is with me, judiciously
religiously
He is for me,
see Him through me
He never leaves...
Copyright. 2011. Moji S.
Art: Watching Over Me by Frank Spivey
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Growing up - E. Ethelbert Miller
the day my mother
threw away my comic books
and encouraged me to read the bible
was the day i gave up being
a superhero and started to think
of miracles
this is how i came to love you
like moses looking over his
shoulder before he left that
mountain
threw away my comic books
and encouraged me to read the bible
was the day i gave up being
a superhero and started to think
of miracles
this is how i came to love you
like moses looking over his
shoulder before he left that
mountain
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