I'm salty (originally penned March 7, 2016)

I'm salty

I'm tears

I'm pain

I'm hurt

No apology

He's wrong

She's wrong

They lied

They cried

Nobody tried

To fix

No apology

Its over

No apology

I'm tears

I'm pain

I'm salty

Now lonely...

I am undaunted (originally penned March 28, 2016)

I glitter

I glint

I glisten

I gleam

I twinkle

I flash

I shimmer

I shine

I wink and I sparkle

I flicker and glow

I'm ablaze

I am brilliance, undaunted

Same Chase

George Floyd
Breonna Taylor
Elijah McClain
Philando Castile
Michael Brown
Terence Crutcher
Eric Garner
Alton Sterling
Oscar Grant
Freddie Gray
Botham Jean
Atatiana Jefferson
Bettie Jones
Ahmaud Arbery
Laquan McDonald
Tamir Rice
Dominique White
Rayshard Brooks
Daniel Prude
Aura Rosser
Stephon Clark
Michelle Cusseaux
Janisha Fonville
Akai Gurley
Gabriella Nevarez
Tanisha Anderson
Sandra Bland

Roger Fortson

America,
their blood,
and the blood
of so many others,
is on your hands.
You refuse
to prosecute
their murderers
to the fullest extent
of the very law
which they pledged
to enforce
by protecting and serving.
But we cry out,
"Protecting
and serving who?????"
Not us.
Not the ones
who are
still being
whipped
by bullets,
and hung
by chokeholds.
Sirens
have replaced the hounds,
and badges
have replaced hoods,
but its still
the same chase.
Tweets
have replaced
burning crosses
It's still
the same chase

monotony road (penned July 3, 2015)

You're calling me

Again

Black white black white

Broken

Yellow

Solid

Green patches

Tall, swaying

Short, patchy

Pylon pylon

Signs, directions

Fences, divisions

Black white black white

Rumble rumble

Ooooh water

Break the monotony

Car truck van

Black white...

Yellow...

New Jersey Turnpike

Don't call again

Boring...

what would GOD see (penned July 3, 2015)

If God walked up to me right now, and tapped me on the shoulder, what would He see?

Would He see His reflection? Or just scars and rejection?

Would He see the gold that He's placed deep within?

Or, would He just hear excuses for my many ways to sin?

Would he point out the ways I whined when I felt

He just didn't hear me when I cried out for help?

Would he just stand there watching, shaking His head

As I made more excuses for staying in bed.

No, He's not like that; He's gentle, He's kind,

Yes, He will forgive, but these faults, He does mind.

Can't take Him for granted, He will stand as Judge,

From these stubborn insanities, I will have to budge.

For on the last day, I'll still have to bow,

Believer or not, I'm telling you now,

This life that I'm living, may not be perfected,

But I'm striving so that I will hear that I won't be rejected.

I want to hear from His lips, "My servant, well done,

The battle is over, the victory is won!"

But for now what I have to do is get out of bed,

'Cause this life that I'm living, still has to be led...