The Roses

Rose 1 I’ve always thought I wouldn’t live long. Primarily, because I’ve always known that living for my self wouldn’t ever be enough. Somehow or for some reason I’ve always felt that if I was to live it would always have to be under the auspices and authority of being something for someone else. That […]

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Anti-Poem(s)

Enduring just to say we’re enduring feeling the bruises on my skin I just want to relieve the torture I don’t know how all these things should end. Maybe that’s all that this is after all: trauma and bondage and joy maybe that’s all you can feel after all: just trauma and bondage and joy […]

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Afro-Depressionism Incomplete

Niggas don’t be feeling they theory, ya feel me? Niggas don’t be feeling what it feels like to feel like the World was built atop of you. Niggas don’t be feeling what it feels like to sit with the tomb of history, to let the dust settle beneath your feet, to feel the weight of […]

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