To Langston Hughes I’ve also known rivers. I’ve known rivers trapped between cliff tops and rotting land – Black as the midnight’s reflection. I’ve known rivers beat by the Mississippi sun. I’ve watched rivers struggle to survive under Mississippi’s sons. My people are like rivers. Crashing against free […]
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as dark as the clouds may get, it will never know what it feels like to black – to be black is to have the shades of africa sown into the creases of your hands like mount kilimanjaro was at your fingertips. like our arms were the bridges over troubled seas – we were troubled […]
So…. I finally finished Langston Hughes’ autobiography, The Big Sea. And it was basically the greatest book I have ever read. It has immediately shot up to my number one book of all time (with The Catcher in the Rye at a close, but not that close, second). It is simply amazing! The way Hughes […]
can you tell them i never gave up? tell them that even though depression fluttered like black butterflies in my eyes, i kept going. i was a force of wind. flowing gentle enough to wipe away tears, but strong enough to pick you up when you’re down. like firecrackers on the fourth of july, tell […]
you are beautiful. a dancing beam of light, far off in the highlights of my mind. i enjoy the shape of your words as they flow into my presence – it’s like your name is a present. love me. like our lips were colored with the same song – a wonderful harmony played in the […]
they treat me like crap. and i don’t know if it’s because my hair isn’t straight enough for them. or maybe it’s because my skin is too brown. one time, i thought it was because the circumference of my lips were too big. i talked different, too. let the “er” of my words slide off […]
i know what it feels like to be haunted. to have your heart beat to the rhythm of death – like death was the only tune my fingers knew how to play. gunshots chained my freedom like fatherless men behind steel bars. it seems like niggas would rather split souls than spit bars – like […]
for the ones who believe love is lost in the fields of dead roses, somewhere far beyond unspoken romance and chilled nights – do not cry. there has been a soul cremated from the purest of hearts with your name engraved down it’s spine. like shooting stars against a lonely sky, your love will adorn […]
Dear Dad, Your love is like second hand smoke, making it’s way into the chambers of my body, your touch is indirect. When I hear your voice, it’s like cigarettes are burning through the atmosphere, something like pollution. My fingers begin turning black from the constant let downs, I want you to hug me. Cover […]
Hey! I know I haven’t been writing poetry as much, but let me tell you guys why. That’s right.. I am reading The Big Sea by Langston Hughes. And normally, when I read a book I don’t like to write too much of anything, because I am afraid to start writing like them. (However, being […]
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