Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun
When I can feel you breathing into me i, like a stone gargoyleatop some crumbling building,spring to lifea resuscitated angel.
For all the ghosts and corpses that shall never know the breath of our childrenso longfor the sacrifice and endurance of our mothers and the sustained breath of our fatherswe live
i laced my shoes with sorrowand walked a weary roaddead end streetsdon’t come undonewith double knots wing tipped shoesthat walk on airthrough vacant lots
The greatest Americans have not been born yet they are waiting patiently for the past to die.
She stuck a bookmark in his heart and walked away.
the greatest Americanshave not been born yetthey are waiting patientlyfor the past to die
The forecast iswe kiss goodbye and never helloall kisses are then parting kisses
I presented my feminine side with flowers. She cutthe stems and placed them gently down my throat.And these tu lips might soon eclipse your brightesthopes.
Hip-hop is still cool at a party. But to me, hip-hop has never been strictly a party; it is also there to elevate consciousness.
My father’s a preacher, my mother’s a teacher, thus I rhyme.
I was always making up rhymes. But I never thought that poetry would become my life.