What I Long For

I can taste a future together with you, woman, it is that serious. Here I am swallowing stacks of memories we have just begun creating so you can linger on my mind a little longer even though I hate waiting.

Your Imperfections Are What Make You Beautiful

You are the finest thing
I have ever laid my eyes in
Not on because your worth
Is not defined by
That tiny hair under your chin

Fake News Matters

The news is no longer news worthy to me. Constantly torn by subjective images on TV. Black lives matter while black on black crime staggers and the state of the economy and inflation continues to lose swagger.

It’s Not What You Think

Stuck on a presidency for the first time in history
Yet still won’t read, steady forgetting the past
But you’ll run to the theater to see
Django Unchained’s black ass
How about the chemtrails are seeding
The clouds are no longer keeping
The air we breathe safe