You see, you make me wanna write, You make wanna write words So sweet and on the other hand Words wind up so tight Until it squeeze you when you feel…
Soothe me Groove me Making my nature rise Even in four-part harmony, As the music rocks me to sleep,
Just because you are young Doesn’t mean much to some But because you are black It means nothing! Somebody killed another child!
HEAVENLY PEACE WAS U… HEAVEN SHOOK; GOD’S GRACE WAS PUT U…
Brother, Lover, Poet, Freelance writer, Son,
a social commentary Among the vast of the sea and land Where a nation is born, Where a nation arises from the ash… Upon other large shoulders.
I am trippin’ off of you And the things that you do, And the way you talk, The way you talk, Baby it’s such a delight
Monday’s child raised up in the mo… Away to school for another day. Tuesday child makes ready for anot… Making the best of what that may c… Wednesday’s child in the middle of
In Memory of Dr. Martin Luther… Silent. A voice once spoken of truth, A voice once spoken of justice A voice once raised the roof
for in memory of Gwendolyn Brooks You inspire me And touch my very soul Setting my heart and mind free Making poetry valued like gold.
Survival In a world that owes you nothing And yet they say they do. Give or take a thousand or two Yeah take NOT give
Yet we are free From slavery’s chains, And chains that bind them together What about the mental freedom you… Freedom of slave master’s whips
A SOCIAL COMMENTARY BLACK IS MY SKIN TAR BABY... SAMBO
o write a verse poet, to kinder the soul, to soothe it so, until we can feel every verse put to paper,
Sweet as honey That’s what you are to me And even more than words to say To have you near every night and d… That’s the way I feel about you.