What I See I’m bound by my dreams All I hear are silent screams The voices in my head Tell me to let go instead I forgot that I’m a descendent of royalty Yet I scribe this thing called poetry From ages of time the words we speak Have substance from what we seek As the wine is poured
Poetry
The dancer and the lead
This is an intimate poem written for my lion. My first and last muse....❤️ He struggles with his pride. I’m loving him through it... The dancer and the lead Tracing her cinnamon with butter lips he speaks “Dance with me” she follows him and let’s him take the lead Unaware of where her skin ends
Unit Of Brotherhood
Unit of Brotherhood We are a unit Voices heard loud and clear not wearing a tunic Positive energy emerging Vibes positive and continuously surging Stop being silent and having moments of silence Remove the hate and violence I am my brother’s keeper Unlocking minds to dive deeper A union of brotherhood For all mankind’s good I will not be
The Color of Our Skin
Rose:Red and Black
YOUR BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL
 Poetry  "YOUR BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL" Your heart and well-being is worth everything to me, because in the eyes of God you are all that I see. I respects, loves and adores everything you do, this might be wrong, but you become my holy spirit too. Blasphemy.... when I write poetry like this!! But as long as you
Sensations of You
You begged for my energy
You begged for my energy For the opportunity to swim laps in my ocean And swallow the honey sweet divinity of my power that surrounds you in waves and currents I was meek, shallow in the coolest shade of green You begged me You apologized And I was mesmerized And forgiving Because you were giving an out of
AMAZING BLACK BOY
TheVibe
TheVibe For the last six years, I’ve made Every Last Sunday my thing. Over the years, what I’ve learned about myself, about poetry, about people, about success, about failure, about doubt, about maturity is something I could have never learned in college. I’ve mastered the art of hosting a vibe. They