Tagged black poetry

love poems: hairy legs

when a white feminist cries how many black women will she ask to hand her a tissue? three two to hold the box and one to wipe her tears when being privileged gets too hard for her how many of them will come to you for comfort? two and how many times, black woman will…

Love Poems: Tilted Crown on Write About Now (Live)

  From August 1-5, I traveled home to Atlanta to compete at the National Poetry Slam as a member of Eclectic Truth National Team, Baton Rouge. Amir Safi, Chibbi Orduña and Christopher Diaz of Write About Now were gracious enough to host an after hours cypher. More than 40 poets performed and yours truly was one of them. Check it out!

love poems: rivers and trees (for alton)

i think i love a ghost or a man or a man who may be ghost tomorrow that is to say i love he whose skin is worth its weight it is gold. it is black. or maybe his skin is the grim reaper’s shadow maybe i am in love with death’s shadow and i…

love poems: tilted crown

one black boys rap about their dick size how they’ll bust this pussy wide open like the .45 that killed his best friend skull bust wide open brain matter on ground a mind is a terrible thing to waste hard to get out of concrete he can’t sleep at night visions of it haunt him…

love poems: amuzu (part one)

friends, neighbors, countrymen lend me your eardrums this is the story of my father may his life be long part one my father is a street boy never had shit grew up in voodoland will put a hex on you thirty-six siblings because his father liked to spread his seed. this is what farmers do remember,…

James Harrison

Name: James Age: 17 Hometown: Baton Rouge, La (Scotlandville) Love Is: Love to me isn’t really a specific, defined thing.  It’s something that you actually have to get through to a connection with somebody. Love and hate, you actually have to tough it through with somebody , be with somebody, with all their quirks and actually understand and work through even if you can’t stand it at [some] times. It’s not just about giving up, it’s also about that connection that you have to have with somebody and it’s not always in a positive way. [Because] some people claim that…

Love Poems: Don’t Come to Say You Love Me

1.3.2015 don’t come to say you love me if you are not ready to be loved by me my love will swallow you whole and spit you out a new man there may come women after me but it will be my name that haunts you it will be my face you see in dark nights do not ask to swim in my waters if you are not prepared to dive in for they run deep and will carry you away you have only dipped your feet in shallow pools come, i will not let you drown

Love Poems: Day Two

you dream of him in blue and whisper his name in the darkness of southern nights listening to the city as it breathes the walls you’ve built from crumbling earth shake as he speaks your name they tumble to let him in through your cracks and insecurities he enters boldly and says you feel like home he thinks you are beautiful you want to eat away his sadness so you swallow yours and ask for second helpings of his grief you’ve always loved the ones who were beautiful and intense they too know how it feels to set yourself on…

Love Poems: They Will Make a Muse of You

they will use the word inspire when they speak of what you do to them you will make them want to be better men better than the fathers they do not know they will come to you for magic dicks rock hard as they stare at you and lick lips they do not ask questions only speak of themselves and how their dreams will get them far how their dreams will get them paid how their dreams will make them somebody how your thick thighs would look wrapped around them and how sliding inside of you would be art they…

Love Poems: Ghost Man of Him a Lay Us

Oh Mr. Renaissance Man So full of talents and qualities Wisdom beyond this age You travel across seas to understand your artistry You perform to heal You write to release And I get it For I travel across lands I write to heal I perform to release I understand you Mr. Renaissance Your artistic sensibilities Your passionate reflections What beautiful creations to be molded if we joined forces Renaissance woman and Renaissance man creating and feeling and loving oh yes loving where our words interlock and change people’s hearts and minds beginning with us for we would mold and change…