Black and White

Disillusion merely a bitter pill In these Jim Crow shadows Suits swarm streets and say hello Oblivious to the nagging anxiety Black man, wishes, he could possess A smaller heart and no trace of hypertrophy And feels that he is a mere prisoner Of what cannot be, an abrasion by sandpaper Like the skin tone,…

Goatee

My goatee didn’t make Me a buccaneer or Brad Pitt With his unruffled patch of sylvian forest It didn’t make me an artist By the name of Van Dyke Nor did it give me the ranks of a muskateer Although I’m a little fol in my joie-de-vivre It did not give me a long face…

First Time (Once Again)

First dew That rises, unfastens and falls In a pool of life brine A baptism of so many degrees A gradient of so many flavors From first to third base The frontline of battle till the dawn of peace A knight seeking a queen On a soft, silky chess board A bitter-taste of one rise…