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Unplugging myself from technology is probably one of the hardest ordeals I go through each and every week. It's just hard to unglue myself from the computer, television, cell phone, video game system and so on. Technology hasn't just become apart of my life, to an extent, it is my life! But there is something that I have always been able to do with or without technology, reading and writing. Writing, whether it is poetry or prose, is such a release for my thoughts and emotions that sometimes I lose myself within the pen and paper. And in order for me to prescribe to become this great writer, reading has to play the bigger role. I've been doing both since age six and have picked up many different styles of writing that I grind a little from each and form styles of my own. On this page I've included some poetry that I have written. Enjoy!
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Pick a theme.
Go with it.
Flow with it.
You know, just do yo thang young man.
Time is clicking and space stays still.
Race and identity continue to be an issue. In a world that is filled with prejudice and discrimination, I concur to the teachings of my ancestors.
Of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
Of Mahatma Gandhi.
Of Malcolm X.
Of Frederick Douglas.
Of Harriet Tubman.
I try to stay true to my word. My voice. My soul. But sometimes I do get side tracked. It is human, isn't it?
I don't know anymore. It's all a blur.
I feel dejected from society. I feel like an Outkast.
I'm emotionally distorted. But I'm still here. I'm still alive. I can touch the air and lick the precipitation.
I can see heaven. I have witnessed the light.
In a continuous movement across the vast land of the world, I stand proud to say I am me. I am who I am.
I am not black. I am not a negro. I am not a nigger neither am I your nigga. I am not an African-American. I am not a homosexual, neither am I a fag, faggot, queer, queen and any of the sort. I am not gay. I am not a Christian. I am not a Muslim. I am not Jewish. I am not Catholic. I am not what you want me to be. I cannot fit inside your box. I cannot reduce myself to your small mindedness.
What I can do is to look inside the depths of my soul to find the me that I love. The me that I respect.
Time. Movement. Space. Race. Identity. Manipulation. Peace.
The Heart yerns for warmth and happiness.
But all it gets is gloom and sadness,
then the heart jumps into a rage of madness
to resuscitate the blood from it's loneliness
One Hundred percent Vitamin L is all I need
Love can take place of the juices I drink.
Love can replace the pills that I take
to fill in the emptiness inside that aches
Buttercup love, so rich and divine,
that keeps the juices pumping inside.
A sugar rush that goes straight to the head,
stiff at attention, but when done, is dead.
When all is said and done
our love will survive
Through all the days and nights
We will stay true til we die.
My work towards your heart
I know, will not go unnoticed
Because your heart equals love
and the key...I hold it!