you don't remember
every injury
you've ever gotten. 
that's because with time
you heal.

- time is your friend

One White Stand

Because of you, 
or perhaps something bigger
than you. I tucked away my du rag flap
before we went to bed together, 
and apologized for protecting my roots. 

Sweet Sounds

I grew up with semantic gunshots
That’d make you duck and run behind closet doors.
The sounds of broken glass exploding from my mother's tongue
Across kitchen floors

Se o obrin?

            I grew up with the sonorous sermons
That cite Leviticus. Condemnation spewed
Into the aisles of church pews.
The bible says thou shalt not lie-
The nigga says you must not cry         
Oga says you must not defy
You must not spread and stretch the man’s      


boundaries set
That were meant to trip you up
And beat that ass from the back

No homo

Growing up we didn't need hurdles
On the track. We built our own barriers. 
We sweat ebony bullets trying to leap straight
Over our desires for curved bananas. 


We sucked on lollipops in secluded silence 


And boisterously chewed on manna.

I--broken black boy--crossed out crop tops
In fear of the non stop eavesdrop
Of the man above,
Of Oga,
And The same flip flop nigga
That wanted me to lick his nuts 


But not like that. 


The same nigga that wanted me on my knees
so he could feel tall




I was always salty
To be sweet




To the one that said my speech
was flowery
And called me sweet


Thank you ;)

Urban Wander I

I went looking for you
on the north side, 
walking in and over the sidewalk cracks
we once carved out
with our gummy urethane wheels. 
I remember
I couldn't help but want to capture everything
and soak it all in through my 50mm lense. 
Just when I had
a perfect moment in my frame
with you at its center, you beckoned me

Be careful. You don't want to get hurt
Minutes later I passed through our aviary. 
I remember they way you watched--
with your eyes a-glow and jaw dropped-- 
their iridescent wings flutter above us.
I learned to look up and down
at the same time that day. 
Silly me. I thought I might find you
through a peephole, 
but I was only met with one pair of eyes
and they belonged to a penguin. 

I did however discover a pond outside
With a bridge that took me wandering further
in town. My lovelorn eyes were met
With touchdown celebrations by teens in a park
And the ebullient smile of Whitney Houston
postered in a neighborhood window. 
Even my tongue that itched
for the spicy pinch you left me with
Found something new:
a cavern that served the soft carress
of seared keilbasa and potato pancakes. 

I found stairs that took me so high
I thought I’d kiss the clouds.
They led me to a house
With rooms so small and ceilings so low
they made me feel stronger, 
like I’d overcome something.
As I settled into its coziness I stumbled
Upon a dining table set with cutlery. 
Just when I started to imagine
A meal for two on the table, 
With us at its center
 the voice of a tour guide behind me beckoned
Be careful. You don't want to get hurt