i woke up to a post-rainy day and i complain of the rain but the birds are happy.
an air contaminated, but with a warm embrace the smell of calm comfort to breathe in in an atmosphere of relief
the rain taps my window with an invitation but still left its loyalty when i responded in fear. i curse the wetness of my decaying possessions, the ground rejoices for the refreshing cleanse
the trees stand bright and green flowers dance, though dirt on their leaves i look, i smile close my eyes, ask myself why
clouds in the sky inspires my somber thoughts but the streets are at peace and a casual stroll becomes therapeutic
a cool descends from heaven; the sun reveals a new shine of light; worms find reason to leave the darkness; the birds decorate outside with a chorus
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home is a place in the distance that always felt near an echo in the hills rebounding in my ears
it’s a darkness that i keep returning towards a blind horse confident in its goal
i’ve been chasing you’ve been chasing through the years for a place to belong
ever since we started to walk their path we’ve been getting farther from proper sense “look to those around and be in common” but next i know, i’m losing my common sense
their 2 cents is payment to straighten my life’s journey but walking their path is stripping me of all my expense their wisdom is currency, so i give pennies for their thoughts
but now i don’t have a dollar to my name. this is cents-less so i’m walking my own path and you should too! because home is a place in the distance that always felt near
we criticize other’s paths and methods but we are all doing the same thing
chasing sun rises until our sun sets dancing along our vibration and resonance
digging through the unthinkable for something one simple thing that is already in our belonging although still needs to be found
no matter how far it strays no matter how deep it lies even if it doesn’t make any sense because home is a place in the distance but each time i chase it always feels near
can’t you hear it? an echo out in the hills telling me that i belong rebounding in my ears
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Does it bother you that people don’t care what’s inside your mind? That after they’ve exhausted their opinions You have choices. To share yours that settle like dust on an untended table Or sit in silence like ignorance swimming through cold city chaos
How do you feel knowing that when they ask a question Start a conversation It’s a trick for you treat them by opening the door Their words and opinions flooding in your basket, careless of yours?
Sircharles here! This poem is an unfinished piece. It does not feel ready to me. I don’t usually do this (I’ve actually never done this before) but I wanted to ask for some help in completing this piece. How do you think I should continue with it? How would you continue with it? Any specific edits that you would make to it? Or do you think the poem is complete and good as is? The poem is about someone initiating a conversation with you (especially by asking you a question) but honestly they just want you to start talking so they’d have an excuse to share what is on their mind—they do not care about what you have to say.
Please let me know your thoughts. Thank you!
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what hangs in the air if the new age is combustion and lack of satisfaction? everyone takes a piece of me, so i’m left with incoherent parts for the journey
Catastrophe is a normal part of life but did you forget the times you used to be worshipped? brush shoulders with royals. no matter how low you stoop, they still hang prayers in the air; chandeliers in the atmosphere
a Pet of the higher kingdom chained in these polluted mortal intersections crossing life with death. surprised by reality—a lit face dimming of its expectations
did you forget? it’s been a long journey.
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Please see the video for my recent poem, “Astray Beauty” above! The poem is reminding everyone that there is no such thing as, “knowing the exact path you are supposed to be on in life”. We are all lost. We all wake up to a day without having any ideas of what it has in store for us. But, in a way, that makes life a little beautiful. That makes you beautiful.
This poem is saying black people need to stop looking to God/religion to save them from racism. God is not going to save black people from the oppressive society and world they live in. Black people need to stop waiting on God to save them. Instead, black folks have to figure out their own ways to save themselves from this racist world. Therefore, black people have got to stop spending so much time and money in the church.
God works on a different time than humans. If we want change, we need to stop giving ourselves momentary gratification by praying and paying the church (then going back to our old ways). Invest in yourselves, invest in your black communities, invest in your black friends and family, not the church.
I know it’s mental health awareness month, but white supremacy doesn’t give a fuck about black folks’ mental health so I hope to edumacate you a bit and bring more awareness to what goes on in a black person’s mind/life in a time like this. Nonetheless, take care of yourself. And don’t forget to take a step back so a black person can take a step forward.
I wonder if Elijah McClain had a future Perhaps he’d grow out of his shell From behind the mask, invite others into his own world
Or maybe not. Because I think he was perfect. The way he was. And the world thought so, too.
I wonder if Elijah McClain had a future At 23, very much like me, I wonder if he was formulating his big bad plan to take over the world In the future. As we all do, as we’re all doing, at that age.
I wonder if Elijah McClain was ever afraid That maybe all his plans would come to nothing All his deeds would go to waste Because he wouldn’t finally arrive at his future; his 30s. And perhaps his 40s I wonder if Elijah McClain was ever afraid That he’d be killed on his path to his future And that the world would bring no justice to that.
I wonder if Elijah McClain had a future I wonder if he’d initiate a Massage Therapy non-profit Open its doors to the local communities of the hard working people of Colorado Who, perhaps, couldn’t afford a massage But were in great need of one. Free of charge. Freeing them from their charge.
I wonder if he’d amount to being a world class guitar player Maybe a highly sought-after violinist
I wonder if Elijah McClain would, one day, finally be offered the opportunity to perform on a world tour But he’d kindly reject the offer Because there are too many people in the audience He’d rather stay behind his mask Where he’s safe Where it’s okay.
Or maybe he’d reject such prestigious offer for other reasons Maybe Elijah McClain felt more comfortable performing in an animal shelter, where Anxious cats and dogs who knew how to value him Were his only audience. Or maybe, perhaps, he’d reject this paramount offer because He wanted to focus on one day starting a homeless shelter Maybe a full-service therapy home Because Lord knows Elijah McClain was put on Earth for the good deed of soothing our anxiety Until he was taken away.
Black kids have the right to dream. They have the right to achieve these dreams And live a full life. Feeling accomplished.
I wonder if Elijah McClain had a future I wonder if he foresaw himself growing up—like we all do. Imagine himself becoming successful With a stable job. Perhaps, a happy family, living in a nice neighborhood With trees, gardens, clear skies Because as a child in America, although Black, he has the right to that.
I wonder if he thought what happened to Emmett Till was not right And that it didn’t matter that, years later, the lady apologized Just like his.
You know, every little Young Black Child Young Adult We’re all Elijah McClain.
Elijah Jovan McClain (February 25, 1996 – August 30, 2019) was a 23-year-old black massage therapist from Aurora, Colorado, who died after being placed in a chokehold by police and being sedated by paramedics.On August 24, 2019, an Aurora citizen reported to police that McClain was wearing a ski mask and looked “sketchy”, although the caller also indicated that he did not believe anyone was in danger, and that he believed McClain was unarmed. The three police officers who were involved in the incident, Nathan Woodyard, Jason Rosenblatt and Randy Roedema, said that their body cameras were knocked off during a struggle with McClain. McClain was forcibly held to the ground with his hands cuffed behind his back, after which an officer applied a chokehold and paramedics administered ketamine to McClain to sedate him. While being transported to the hospital McClain went into cardiac arrest. Three days after arriving at the hospital, he was declared brain dead, and was removed from life support on August 30. McClain’s autopsy was inconclusive.
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