A Poem of Love
She came with letters, love and lace,
Her jubilance was a joy to me,
In times of darkness she brought light to my face,
Making me feel unbelievably free, she is the love I will always see.
Before her I never knew love,
Still I long for the lasting joy of affection,
Now she is my unwinged dove peaceful with Christ’s blood,
She shows me guidance in the right direction.
From misery and self-hate,
It was her love that captured my heart,
She broke the bondage of my bitter state,
As I transcend through life, I knew I wanted her from the start.
As I know my love for her will always grow,
For she is the only love I will always know.

What is Life Like?
Life is like days and nights,
Life comes in the light,
And leaves in the night,
Sometimes it is fast like the blink of an eye,
Leaving loved ones with tears of sorrow to cry.
Life is like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly,
The process of metamorphosis,
Is all about change,
As we know, nothing stays the same,
Life is nothing but change,
And through these changes,
We have pain
Some call it going through “thangs,”
I call it life’s stages,
So life is stages,
What is life like?

Through My Veins

Through My Veins
Civil rights runs through my veins,
Can you imagine the pain?
Some talk of the old days,
And memory lane,
Those memories are hard to explain,
From Rosa, Johnnie, and Martin
There is no stopping
A life’s work in progress,
Without recess
That I attest
 and express,
The revolution must progress,
Not pause,
Too many have died for the cause,
And if we were to stop,
Their work would be in vain,
So that is why I say civil rights
runs through my veins.
I shall never forget the pain,
So one day the dream can be attained.

The Picture

The Picture
The struggle is way deeper
Than oppression, religion, and race,
It is an attempt at a suicidal genocide
To destroy one’s pride
Or ambition and soul’s strive,
It is the hurt and affliction of sickness of the soul
That tears up the whole,
Our blood is on the hands of government officials,
When we all as a people stand up
And blow our whistles,
Some claim reparations are our only gain,
A game to try to attain,
But four hundred years
Of tears
Will not confront the pain,
Of a mind’s race of detrimental thoughts,
That we were ourselves bought,
Because we were taught
And those thoughts left us distraught,
Leaving us in disarray,
But the one and only option we have
Is to pray.

An Ode To A Queen / For My Lady

An Ode to a Queen

Oh, caramel female

My eyes are set on you,

And in heaven I dwell,

Oh, brown-skinned female,

Let your vessel sail,

In my sea,

Can I compliment you

With lines of poetry?

They say beauty is skin deep,

But these words are for my soul to keep,

I treasure visions of you,

Knowing that I forever need you,

So pretty you be,

You make the poet make love to similes,

Your beauty is as mysterious

As the world seventh wonder,

When you walk, it thunders,

For nice things to say to you I ponder,

Oh, caramel female,

My eyes in heaven dwell,

When I see you

Oh, brown-skinned female.

So-Called Playas

So-Called Playas

Many who call themselves playas

Have gotten played,

From a righteous path they strayed,

Misusing the talents God gave,

To the world they act like slaves,

The ones who walk the path

Our ancestors paved,

Now look at how we behave,

Knowing God only can save us,

But He we do not trust,

But for guns, dope, and money is what we lust,

So as the cycle continues

The confused avenues

Of greed versus need,

Leaving our own blood to bleed,

While our forefathers died to learn to read,

We mislead,

And do not take heed

Of the right teaching,

And if I am to rhyme this,

Then it is quit preaching.

Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes
You were a spokesman of the oppressed.
Immaculate was the way you dressed,
You battled a life of stress,
With the written word you blessed
A young, hungry nation,
Who you gave birth to an idea,
Of a black writer
As an occupation,
You were a poetic giant,
Who loved blues and jazz,
A man of class,
You were the very essence
Of what a poet is to be if black.