Nothing Left To Say

Violators will be prosecuted

Unless you’re rich and white

We’ll make light of your pitfalls

Hell, you might become president

Trespassing is for the victorious

But who wants to break the status quo

Certainly not Americans today

Certainly not humans today

Don’t tread on my heels, or stub my toe

I’m comfortable knowing nothing

And dying on my own

Work menial jobs and get paid minimum wage

It only exists cause there’s minimum rage

Bacon in these bills that nobody questions

Left, right, they’re not the ones to fault

It’s you

Tweeting and posting while blood spills away

Drinking and eating tomorrow away

Highway to hell but we’re okay with it

As long as we can get a selfie along the way

You’re breaking not just my heart, America

But my soul

And I have nothing left to say


We’re Playing Dress Up and Democracy Is Our Chains

Take me from this church, I don’t belong to life

Humans shattering bones with blood

And taking life with a million knives

Ingrained in our society the absence of rights

Despite aged documents we claim to live by

Ingrained in our food, flowing in our water

Chemicals and poisons that shove us farther

Into the ground, tightening the chains

Into our ears the sound waves of slaves

We build walls around our brothers

Encourage mothers to terminate births

Tell men they have little worth

Tell girls they’re not pretty unless they’re white

Tell boys they’re the reason women have no rights

Tell whites they’re the reason blacks suffer

Tell blacks they will always suffer


I need a respite

We missed something, that’s right


And what’s wrong is that nobody knows right

Opposing views are shot down

The mob rules the country, drowned out

In their screaming into the air

Or taking up city streets in protest

Of what they can hardly spell or explain

I ask them what’s fascist, they can’t explain

I ask them what’s so sexist, they can’t explain

How can you hate yet have no reason?

You’ve gone insane!


#FuckTrump becomes a beacon of light

Only for those to ignorant to see the path

They tread the darkness, they are near to die

They’ve lost humanity, the breath of life

And while #MeToo rightfully encourages

Speaking out against violence and abuse

We are quick to discard men and uphold women

Who speak quite little truth

Emotionally immature, vocabulary quite fictional

Our short term dreams are whimsical

Social media distorts reality, and we crave the lives of others

Main stream media controls reality, but we’re okay with that


If you are fine with that

You were probably already dead

But I can’t be

And won’t be



We Don’t Ask Questions

Why don’t we ask more questions

Why do we do that

Just do

Just doing enough to get by

Just doing enough to make a living

Just enough to feed our wives and children

Enough to be buried

When you’ve had enough

And forgotten

When they’ve had enough

Tell me a story, they ask me

Tell me about yourself

Where do you see yourself in five years

I’m haunted and hungry

Afraid and advancing

Possibly dead, thank you

I don’t talk about my abuse

Because everybody does these days

Somebody questions your logic

And the media calls it rape

I’m not special, yet I’m specially equipped

To say fuck you

Fuck you and your first world problems

Brothers and sisters dying on these streets

But your whole world falls apart

At the mention of a white man

I don’t mind the patriarchy, but if I didn’t

I’d have a better plan than screaming into the air

There’s so many people I’m furious at

So what else would you like to know about me?

We stopped asking questions

Because we got stupid

Millennials get triggered

The real world wasn’t made for feminist snowflakes

I’m surrounded by too many

Drowning in protest and riot

And they’re fighting the wrong fight

They’re wasting their lives

I’ve had enough

Mama Africa, We’re Coming Home

Ignite a fire in their bones

Mama Africa, we’re coming home

Segregated in 2018 yet we are not alone

When I spit these words, I’m in my zone

I don’t bust coverages, just your expectations

Master of standard English this ain’t my nation

Police officers killing our people, but I found a revelation

In the confrontation of the blood I remain in the station

I can’t escape black skin, and the stains attached

Our people are a stain to you, whites have tried to put a match to it

But I can escape your entitlement

Never content with contempt or chains

Put us in the back of the bus

Push us down to the South

Squeeze us into row homes

Punch us into prison cells

But I don’t forsake my calling, the anger causes me to swell

Studying the stares, recording the stalled reactions, to which I declare you’re not well

Not comfortable with my presence

My boiling blood fuels our essence

The spirit of T’Challa is within

The strength of King is within

The revolution of Barack is within

I am the next generation

And I come with thunder

Red Lights, Blue Lives

Red and blue lights
Crystal day
Ominous night
Given the right over lives
And death
Angels guarding the garden with fire
Or demons tempting with tantalizing
and poisoned breath
What a catch
To inflict suffering upon humans
And be looked in in favor
Then give one man too rough a ride
And be handed walking papers
What a catch
To be given power and prestige
With too few watchful eyes
Yet when they abuse the power
Like they can do to people
We act surprised
#BlueLivesMatter, I do believe
But as in all things
All things are not as they seem

Opened Doors Are Open Ended

Let’s try to find a way out

the depression, the pain

aggression falling upon flesh in an acid rain

afraid to stand, the youth sit and are raptured

washed away in the flashing lights

9-1-1 and colored rights

many are breathing

but few traverse the bridge of eternal life

what does it mean to live

on a planet destined to die

and what a waste of time is love

when everyone we care about says goodbye

I thought I had one

once upon a time

and she’s still here

somehow, sitting rights across my eyes

give me a sign

tell me it’s okay to cross that bridge

but if it’s not

then say nothing more

once my view of the world


I’ll answer the question

for all the ages

For Texas and Louisiana (Live Another Day)


Warm winds blow

Over dusty lands

Grasses shrink underneath bare rocks

And trees link arms

Sun is afraid to shine

Upon what is to come

They want no part

Waters rise high above us

Oblivious towards what is coming

We humans, so fictiously cunning

Berating mother earth

In danger of becoming


Once the waves come

And waters rise above the dams

Damn humanity

Damn our need to be powerful

When we should only seek

To be at peace

Now lives are swept away

By torrents of rain

Too much to drain

Now I see brave men

Drop in from airplanes

Save me please, save me

So I might live another day

The Darkness Chokes The Sense Of The Homeless


The darkness chokes the sense

of the homeless

throwing punches of humility

and stealing the cents out of hats

too big to fit the head of a ten year old boy

silence awakens the mind of a soldier

trapped in a traumatized mind

he marches up and down his home to Iraqi time

and swings an AK around his head like a toy

bullets rain down in a cascade of calamity

and with the blindness of humanity

there’s more to this never ending story

of birth, disappointment, and death

medicine buys you an extra breath

but takes away twice the life

adults cheat on each other

teens resort to the knife

and poor babies, they don’t get any rights

there’s more vacant houses on a single block

than the times the gangster will cock his glock

at the very thought of red and blue

shallow crooks like Hillary say they know what it’s like

If only they knew

an eye for an eye, tooth for tooth

here’s some ecstasy and pot

in exchange for our youth

mom’s leave their children

in search of better pay

while feminists overlook the rising level of strokes

and the blood in the streets from where kids lay

nobody to guide them, that’s fine

let Justin Bieber lead the way

but he won’t give them back their time

tired of hearing about gender

while the news makes everything about race

let’s focus instead on treating each other like humans

because we all belong in this place


The Woman Who Broke The Glass Ceiling


She climbed down from the ladder

“Too high for you, eh?” shouted the onlookers

and musing in haughty tones they departed

but to her, their ignorance never mattered

As she became determined to break their will

her soul rose higher every day

a spirit choking on depreciation, sexism

and intolerance had its fill

she marched not with the masses

but sat with the myriads of ink on the shelves

Orion had to tell her to sleep

as slumber overcame her crooked glasses

While the populace ranted and raved

for temporary things like wealth and wages

she remained quiet and composed

understanding her place

Hawthorne in her lap, Bronte by her side

they could not see the power she already had

and eventually would gain all she desired

yes, it was her time

One night, while the men slept

unaware their presumed authority was about to be taken

and the divine order demanding to be shaken

a pair of dashing feet carried a still sleeping body

through the city of her youth

past the doors that slammed shut

unacceptant of female verse

past the home of the priest

who preached acceptance by Jesus yet denied her presence in church

she reached the middle of the town

and ascended the ladder once more

with every step, her hair was tangled

and dress mangled

but defiant to both god and man

she carried her book her heart

a spear in her hand

and blasting through the glass ceiling

she paved the way for others like her

to write their own stories

and set in motion a new beginning

Published On SpillWords!


Hey everybody. I’ve been feeling down lately and wasn’t in the mood to publish any poetry tonight. I DID get published again on SpillWords. My poem, “Pleadings Against The Preposterous”, got published yesterday and I’d hope you’d take the time to read.

(It’s about teenage suicide)