Perilous times have come, that’s what he said to me.
Days are but dreams, headlines are now a bed to me.
Grief and pain are like oxygen, peace is now dead to me.
What’s a warrior to his reflection if bull ish gives the lecture?
We die daily, not to sin but for the sake of being….here
As tears tear hearts, time’s words are stuttering to a whisper
Martin Luther or Malcolm?
The reformation shall be digitised.
Contact lenses become arm’s length embraces
Blue screen is cool if you can get it
We burn as charcoal, silently burning whiter than white
Why is it always so black and white?
Killing grounds we traverse as sacrifices in waiting.
What’s denial of our differences?
For the answer ask Rachel
We can’t remove our makeup!
Matter is an atom so where’s the thought for black lives
A hashtag is all that resides
We speak until we’re blue rarely reaching the bluest eyes
I’m living black going blue inside