As She lay Dying

Her voice but a whisper, as

Death clutches her tiny frame

Her eyes, dirty windows unbreachable

As her sins

She takes to the grave

 

She tries in vain to convey her pain

As her words

Rattle rasp and hiss

Incomprehensible

Empirical

The language of the dead

 

For surely she knows

Her death, given her pain

Will be a welcoming comfort

 

She closes her eyes in anticipation

Her breathing short and labored

 

Her mind and body have

Betrayed her

Fragile and frail

Wrought of disease this husk of a shell

 

That was once so beautiful

Unrecognizable

Soiled in excreta

 

Silently crying as

She lay dying

Ravaged by unwanted

Memories of a time

Long Gone

 

Living is easy she

Mused

It is death that is hard

And with that final thought

She gasped

And she was gone

 

666Melanin

Nubians awaken from your stupor. Be not afraid of what lies ahead. Freedom is the price of Victory! They, the enemy knows the truth of your origins. Thus, explains their tenaciously atrocious campaign to eradicate us. The truth is frightening, I know. The Christian demonology has blinded us. Soften us. Weakened our mentalities, like watered down versions of our past selves. But our history is written in stone. Embrace it with Alacrity. For it is the Truth. The beacon that will guide us out of damnation and into the light of Blackness. The Blueprint to heaven on Earth. Alkebulan!!! Ancient Egypt “Kemet” before the Arabs and their barbaric deviant practices. Origins. The Original Hue-man. Whom footprint encompasses this entire planet. Our existence cannot be denied. Coded in your DNA, 666 – The Weapon which can and will eventually “eradicate” the evil that surrounds us. Melanin. Blackness from which no light can escape. And this is what truly frightens them. This is our Power!!! Our Birthright!!! 666 Melanin!!!

God is

We often ask ourselves, where is God?
Especially, when we need him the most. But truth be told, God is within each of us. That persistent voice in your head that have echoed your entire existence. God is love. The hurt you feel when confronted with bigotry and pain. God is thunder. The beat of your heart when angered. God is compassion. The warmth you feel when helping others. God is the image you see when looking into a mirror. God is knowing how to love oneself while emanating love upon others. God is understanding, that underneath the skin, we are all alike within. God is hope. So fear not death. But that to die the death of a coward. That should be the man of God greatest fear. So step boldly into the unknown with courage and fortitude. For not only will the ancestors be watching, but so shall posterity judge our actions here this day. So Up and Rise you mighty race, and take with alacrity, your rightful place among Nations and Men.

My God

Her lips
The beacon that drives me ever
so close. Her eyes what dreams are made of.
Her skin melanated
Emanates perfection
Fertile voluptuous
She is the truth absolute.
None can compare
Not even close
Her carbon the darkness that
Enlightens my world
Her feminity
God
The source of life
The gateway from which all
sentient beings emerge
Fierce and unperturbed
She is my backbone
My strength
My God
And I
Her weapon of defense

See Me

if i could lasso a #rainbow and
corral the #stars
all~ i would place at your feet
if only
you would
just
see
me

To Love or not to love

To love or not to love

There is no shame in loving. The shame is when we allow ourselves to become void of love, thus, becoming incapable of loving others, for we no longer love ourselves. We all face heartbreak. Its how we endure suffering that etches our essence like forged steel. Good or bad we emerge from suffering learned. We step forward into a new world with new eyes. Like a new born timidly, yet eager to explore new things. And what per chance love is on the horizon, dare we dismiss fortune? Or embrace it like two lovers under a yawning moon. ‘For how could we ever know, if we never even try.’

ascend

i yawn
stretch
ponder
wonder
ascend
on a
brand new
day

 

My Father

Firm you stand
As an old Oak tree
Rooted in your beliefs

As wise as an eagle
Who’s decisions are as profound as the wind
The same profundity
On which are blown
Your leaves of wisdom
I eagerly rake

Progeny of a strange fruit
I “the blood clot of”

Stand in rank
Amongst these mighty Oaks
In saluted respect

Earnestly seeking your approval
Your acceptance
Your love
My father
Your love
My father
I love

a beautiful day

I see my mom
I see my dad
I can play
I love my family

I see my cat
I see my dog

It’s a beautiful day

 

*Written by lailah. My beautiful niece.

1singlethread

You came to me from cyberspace
No face
Yet still I sensed your smile
In haste left click
Friends list we embraced
And it’s been that way
For awhile
Internet connections
I.M’s until the A.M.
We sat and chat like that-
Over a game of dominoes
The unknown become known
Curiosity overwhelms us
Now we’re chatting over the phone
Two adults
Making plans to be alone
Together

 

*Artists: Kumi Yamashita