word s RIP

dead on arrival this poem along with thousands of others like it produced today by white european descendants currently rising Continue reading →

WHAT THE F*CK IS WRONG, AMERICA

WHAT THE F*CK IS WRONG, AMERICA (or has it always been this complacent if it didn’t involve (name here)?) I Continue reading →

Street music

Crowding the street his melodic beat sways a stream of bodies lost in gritty dreams holding on to each note Continue reading →

Bullets Revisited #3 (Mosaic)

  I defy you to enter this space – power resides within the lifting of the veil. A woman becomes Continue reading →

nothing

this poem is about something which really means nothing other than it gives you justification to hit delete or move Continue reading →

a brief –

This – This is what currently rules our country- proudly unapologetic tighty whitie without____. You fill in that blank. I Continue reading →

School Yard

Come morning the corner bodega was dead no one enters streetside or slides out the backdoor A block north the Continue reading →

exist, don’t exit

existential her summation blurred today’s rap lines riding an Ocean created by Chance let us pull this back a bit Continue reading →