Book Poetry Pt 2

Book: A Seeker Reality: Book of Poems  

Justice Is 

Justice is a dead-beat father,  

Maybe showing up for holidays and major events to take pictures,  

But never remaining consistent, 

leaving me to pick up the pieces of my identity, 

Justice is a dream my ancestors had 

and I’m still trying to believe like them. 

My color, gives me mental scoliosis, 

disfiguring my mentality,  

Because my burdens don’t fit by the riverside they are battleships constantly at odds,  

Leaving the place meant for peace, damaged and polluted.  

Justice is an absentee bishop,  

One who has the office of a shepherd  

But leaves the flock to be devoured by wolves. 

Justice is a race I was late for.  

When I finally showed up  

I’m behind never fully understanding why,  

When guns went off they were pointed at me instead of in the air. 

Justice for all should be carved into marble, 

Laid to rest and given its own cemetery 

Because our freedom fornicating founding fathers killed it,  

And the constitution was the taxonomist that gutted it and stuffed it. 

Injustice is the orphan I feed each day, 

Because his parents deny his existence.  

Injustice is the sibling I protect no matter what he does.  

Injustice is the fragmented history I get taught at school.  

Injustice is the detention I get because I swung back at the oppressor.  

Equality is a mirage I reach for but realize it doesn’t exist. 

Equality is the sunshine promised, but the snow the next day.  

Equality is the counterfeit check I can’t cash.   

Overcoming is like separating the blues and reds in the color purple. 

Overcoming is like losing my id card in the garbage, 

Looking through the trash in order to find out who I am.  

Overcoming is like trying to pick out an afro with a brush.  

Overcoming is like trying to find the hypotenuse without having a leg to stand on. 

Overcoming is a train without tracks.  

Overcoming is picking up the gun,  

But putting it down. 

Overcoming is like trying to stay still,  

But not knowing how I rise.  

Overcoming is learning how not to offend,  

But realizing that my very existence does so. 

Book: Soft Touch of Passion Flame  

YEARNING  

I woke up,  

You weren't there  

I get out of bed,  

Your voice I didn’t hear  

I walked out the door,  

Your touch I didn’t feel  

I got in the car,  

Your presence wasn’t there to heal  

Book: The Classical Ashes of Beauty 

River of Burden  

Piano of sorrow plays off key, 

Revealing my burden unnoticed, 

Classical coping framework a heavy sea 

The cacophony of emotions makes joyful people bourgeoise 

Dark emotions heavy to me but to others unnoticed 

Piano of sorrow plays off key 

The lock of depression asks for the same key, 

drain of anxiety on me is focused 

Classical coping framework a heavy sea 

The voice melancholia devotee 

Becomes failure’s anecdotist 

Piano of sorrow plays off key 

From a seed of anguish grew a tormenting tree 

The fertile and fervent misery botanist 

Classical coping framework a heavy sea 

River of sounds and pains drown out hope for jubilee 

Only heart is the most accurate notist 

Piano of sorrow plays off key 

Classical coping framework a heavy sea