Rosa Parks Fast Forward

There are dreams made on the back seat of the bus Not just of lovers but of thinkers Who made love with their past lives, their heritages Seated on the rear seats. Of how their ancestors jaywalked outside black lines On zebra crossings inside a bus Like Rosa Parks did. And wondering how difficult must…

Forever Brown

I look in at the beauty of many poems That wail human emotions Knowing I can climb the sacred mount. It is not the distance between heartbreak And despair that cries louder, only what lies between discrimination And struggle. A brown man with sooty eyes And a jaded heart, lurks in every good man’s conscience,…

Emancipation

Roots penetrate the American soil, Through peanut farms and cotton plantations Where the laborers were slaves From Africa, who now have become A story on their own right. Washington Carver To Martin Luther King jn, there were Little speckles that glittered on the negro sky. And the story of the black man resonates From Kunta…

The Killing Fields

In the heart of Georgia The fast foods chains fatten the black child To a venomous infarction of heart capillaries Knowing the black child who grows into a strapping young man Has a few extra genes to not make It across the Marsh creek to the Gettysburg field Of precarious life. And the ghosts of…

Freedom

The black man plays the harmonica Delta blues that hover like drones in the air And those droning sounds are a strain of patience As resilient as a dromedary camel on a dessert The hump and hoofs that make long journeys Short and the distance between two points A straightening line. Forbearance is a little…

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,…

Black Tux Of Skin

(Written at the absence of color at the Oscars) In forward and reverse of racial bias Of albino fogs and sable mists In history’s partitions and tomorrow’s hodge-podge Of pitch black veneers and pallid Celtic coats Above all these contradictions and paradoxes You will find a trace of narcissism In the white boys club on…

Martin Luther King (Commemorating MLK Day)

The mind is Martin Perennial dreamer on meadows of thoughts And galaxies of the third eye Fighting like a warrior – sparking impulses Crossing synapses, potentiating courage All in the name of love and equality After all a dreamer only possesses infinite wings And melanin is no longer skin graffiti But transcendent art The soul…