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this time (dedicated to time & maha who've split i think)
poem three
save a little for me shorty
save me short
the most romantic thing i've ever seen was when he ran across the basketball court after he killed the joint and blew it into her mouth
he promised he wouldn't leave earth without her
somewhere among the dippers and footprints left behind by the lies the government told they still smile and laugh at shit they can't control
it was a promise he gave her
not a 'if it's possible' or 'maybe i can'
he deflated his lungs and breathed 16 seconds into hers
this was short
this was them this time
this time
photo by kwesi abbensetts (photo of @intelligentsias)
the blacker
poem two
who said prayer required prostration
the things she wishes for when her eyes are closed are no different than those she laughs about peddling down flatbush
sitting on a stoop holding onto candy wrappers and atm receipts
please remain quiet as she builds a city of god on the blacker side of her eyelids
photo by: kwesi abbensetts
building something
poem one
i left pieces of my skin on the old wooden boards
and a little blood on the bricks
don't ever build a box for me again
don't stare at me
don't paint me and frame me
if you must do it
paint me on a passing wind
an ebb
a flow
a freestyle a beat a fourth verse in hip hop
but only if you must
ramadan kareem!
well...not yet...but in a few hours, right?
so how should we celebrate?
i guess like the rest of those who will be celebrating.
you down to join me on this fasting mission?
i mean, really, why not? except for that fact that you can put down a ham sandwich quicker than precious' mom, mary.
from august 11 - september 10 you can regain focus on your goals, thoughts, dreams, past accomplishments. perhaps even bring some sort of calm to your life.
say whaaaaaat?!
fasting can do all that, you ask.
yeah.
ramadan fasting is from sunup to sundown. NO food, NO drink, NOTHING going in that's wet or edible and/or isn't life saving. you'll be hungry and thirsty - but you won't die. i promise. what i'm proposing we fast from outside of the sunup-sundown ritual...[feel free to follow me. or feel free to just keep up]:
-foods we know aren't good for us.
-sex [with others and with self] O.o
-ignorance.
-friends who aren't good for us.
let's begin at midnight, shall we.
let me know if you're with me, and maybe we can start a blog or something to keep track for the fun of it.
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to aid me in the process i'll be doing another poetry challenge.
i hope you enjoy.
again - we begin at midnight.
let's go.
*round of applause*
no matter how many people applaud at the opening and closing of the curtain - that one absence will make everything feel so empty. "what's a star when his most important fan is missing."
last week two of my three accepted plays premiered in the first annual DC Black Theater Festival.
tuesday night we showcased "trip the light poetic"
the crowd appreciated talent - listened to the message - and we walked away with Best Drama.
thanks: tamieka chavis, fieven brehana, alain duroseau, reginald richard, deirdra cherokee taylor, moyston henry, jade andwele, anthony anderson for your hard work, and for helping me turn goals into achievements.
wednesday night - we showcased "all the things you'd be by now if tyler perry's wife was your mother." and although the crowd was made up of tyler perry's target audience, i think they understood the message. they applauded out of default and we didn't win that battle - but it was great nonetheless.
and in cliché i say: it was good to be a part of the event, no matter how it turned out, the circumstances or situations that occurred. it was good to be well-received. we made history. thank you.
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and a real quick "fxck you" to every song that makes us think of our exes and those good times.
those songs that make us think "maybe getting back together wouldnt be that bad"
and "thank you" to those memories that negate all that!
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there are millions of people afraid of the dark.
the funny thing is: those same people continue to walk in the shadows, treading.
and when it goes completely black they cry.
here i am to tell them: stop crying, idiots.
#endofstory
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and now i'm back in new york city.
i've never understood those who've said "i hate new york" - until recently analyzing it.
new york pushes you to succeed. there are those who don't want to succeed.
new york exposes your flaws and weaknesses. there are those who are afraid to have those things exposed for the world to see.
new york is an ocean - compared to the small towns, countries and cities many come from. being a small or average size fish in an ocean is nothing. you become food. the bottom of the food chain. who wants to be there?
i do. i love it. i survive.
most don't.
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destiny and fate have a lot to do with it all - but so do we. because it's us who must persevere - not fate or destiny. and waiting is a horrible use of time.
years ago i taught myself how to cut off my own thumb. not literally. but figuratively.
in order to save the rest of the hand, it must be done.
you should do the same.
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so let's roll on the floor laughing this sunday in preparation for monday:
