#Krjpoet
Just because you are young Doesn’t mean much to some But because you are black It means nothing! Somebody killed another child!
Beautiful faces From every shade of color From every span of the globe From every walk of life From every generation
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…
Come fly with me To the moon, To the stars shinning at night, Come fly with me Baby fly with me
I use to hear them say “Letting those golden moments roll… But how much longer of a delay Or should I stay strong? Either way the clock ticks in time
Brother, Lover, Poet, Freelance writer, Son,
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
Just when the day wanes longer, Legs and body not get any strengt… Memory short and not clear, Times of ending days near. Hair turns from gray to white,
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.
in memory of the children of South… Freedom! Lifted out of the ashes and into a… A river of joy A river of peace.
Good evening Mr. and Miss Americ… We interrupt your lives for the fo… Your president has just ordered ou… Mothers are in prayer but not so m… Of the unknown death that’s over o…
A SOCIAL COMMENTARY BLACK IS MY SKIN TAR BABY... SAMBO
The soul of Jazz Where Jazz is soul And the soul of Jazz is within Bringing back the days old Where Jazz was Jazz andJazz was…
Torn. Battered. Forgotten and even cast aside Like anything else Or like some piece of garbage toss…
I open my mouth— And the words are there But all of a sudden nothing comes… And those few words that’s shared Still flows on no doubt.