Resistance

A drug, a notorious one at it. The offenders lazy, easy, catapulting, The smiles, pretense, while They find a reason to look Not through a kaleidoscope. How a King had a dream, that played Out on a chessboard. How the earliest one, Kunta Kinte, belonged to the Mandinka tribe. Black men, afro or cornrows, tall…

Hate is A Strong Word (Ode to the Black Man)

One man, Martin, was the reason, That a dream gave African American men, The resource of will, how the black skin tamed,  Millions of ivory sculptures, How heritages were bigger, than the Gambia. Kunta Kinte spelled on a black board, the word “Hate”, and looked at the piece Of limestone in his hand. How easy…

Martin Luther King

Sandpapering history, Stood as his will, a man, dark As honey, who tried to ferry Across to the other shore, One where there is no distinction Of color or any utterance of slave names, The oar, a dream was, And every stroke that rippled and pushed, On waters of the Mississippi, Too rippled on pages…

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…