Poetry – Page 9

So they say

You is bigYou is blackYou is angry My white Mamie told me.

Give me a thousand threads of your finest Mississippi cotton. A smooth white canvas, stretched to the corners of this king sized planting field. Plant a seed in the dark and watch those curly head bulbs grow. Sweat drenched labor. Long strokes, brush strokes, let … Continue readingMississippi Painter

Complex

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Dismiss All notions of salvation Herorics Know your role, play it cool, the stoic. But naw Negro. That placebo. You swallowed your own lie. Curiosity at the root A nefarious helping hand, your go to disguise. You got … Continue readingComplex

All Too often

Smooth words flow from my mouth to put your mind at ease. They hug you tight have you thinking I’m going to bend my knee. More hollow than a 45, they’ll pierce your soul. Empty words, with no meaning the truth was never told. … Continue readingAll Too often

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