Dear America

I’m sorry America
for turning my back
for being ashamed
of the gifts that I have
for mocking my freedom
and turning my eyes
from all of the privilege
you’ve given my life.
I’m sorry America
for denying my plenty
for believing the lies
and forgetting
your memory.
I’m sorry to say
I’ve been rather blind
forgetting that America
is where one can thrive
I might be poor now
but the choice is still mine
to open a business
or give dreams a try
like writing these poems
or publish a novel
I don’t need anything
but choices to follow
it might not work out
but you’ve given me
the chance
I know now I’m lucky
you’ve given me the path.
I’m sorry America
that I couldn’t see
that so many in the world
honestly wish they were me
poets that come
from lands that still stifle
artist that died
because they disagree
I can see now
I am truly free.
I’m sorry America
for being so dumb
but it’s just like America
to let youth be young.

Liberty dies in thunderous applause

Is Charlize Theron
returning to South Africa
with her kids to escape racism?
Does she know
what her homelands doing?
Does she care
of the blood their perusing?
She’d be safe
but only for a time
because she’s not a framer
but even rich don’t clean white
so when her kids turn their backs
will she remember then
her time in America
and fear for her kids
was South Africa the answer
when they take your land
repeat the evils of the past
but this time no one’s sad.
Is Charlize Theron returning home
without the past or present known?

Goodbye White Gorilla Tribe

Everybody loves Africa
everybody loves the tribal scene
nobody knows which is which
everything the exact same thing
take a Zulu headdress
take a Massai ‘theme’
add an additional blanket
and those pretty neck rings
everybody loves Africa
though no one really knows why,
do you even know Africa
or just black America’s insight?
Everybody, yes, everyone
has a soft heart for what’s become
of our vision of who they are
all the people of Africa
it’s diverse but we don’t see
all the differences we’re blending
Nigerian is not the same
as Ethiopian or Eritrean
some might argue it’s all one dream
the same culture-an African thing
but then you see what you’re missing
the individuals in an entire country
all are from distinct unique countries
a thread of Africa through each heart beat
but everybody knows where they are
what blood boils in their veins,
where they call home at the end of day,
what their braids mean and what colors say
who they are and who are they
they know the differences we call the same
so when we celebrate when we give thanks
remember we all love Africa, love Africa
love to appropriate select things we see
anything goes when you love pretty neck rings

American Benefits

I don’t have a drug problem
I don’t have a baby
what I have are bills to pay
with no assistance to save me.
I pay into benefits
they don’t offer me anyway.
I am not a junkie or a single mom
if I were today most my problems would be gone
if I came illegally or was a refugee
the government would provide me
money to get onto my feet
but I have lived a good life
I’ve been responsible
I gave my life to social work
but could be without a home
I have worked my whole to make it comfortable
I have given up my mind
and now I’m on my own.
Never thought my country
would turn out not to be my home
a place where all my labor
turns out to be on loan
for someone very different
to make it all their own.
No, I have lived a good life
but now I’m on my knees
there is nothing left in a country
filled with thieves
we protect all others
leaving good citizens to bleed.

Race and ethnicity: inherently different

Do you know what words mean?
The difference between race and ethnicity-
one is nationality, culture in kind,
the other is constructed in the blink of an eye.
One is based on skin tone
the other place of birth
if you’re a black American
thinking you are African is absurd.
One is not the other
Africa’s not your home
you might be of Caribbean descent
but even that culture probably
isn’t your own
thinking black is African
does nothing
but embarrass you
have you ever asked a born African
if their experience is the same as you?


Why is it
that all I see
is upper class society
trying to stop the fascist regime
to save the rest of us ignorant fiends?
Kill the bigots-set us free-
do you even know anything about poverty?
Or just what you’ve learned from Gaga and scene-John Legend taught
you what we need?
What the fuck does he know about
living poor like me?
Pronouns and safe spaces
that what you sell us.
When white privilege is your rhetoric
you’ve clearly forgotten how the rest of us live.
You aren’t heroes- super or zero,
just cowards and ignorant excuses for people.
Antifa: Laguna Beach? Beverley Hills and other golden streets
how are you fighting for the lowly?
Take the fucking mask off if you wanna throw heat
just a walking ego, a child running with needles-touch that flame
blame me though!
Antifa-the middle class dies
and this is what we’re left with?

The art of passive suicide

How much is your life worth-
is the price a steal?
Can I take your Pulse
without a big appeal?
Will you defend your breath
or can I take it too?
As you frantically Swype
will anyone come to save you?
As you tweet goodbye
will anyone defend you?
As you lose your life
was all this fear a virtue?
Martyr not a class
of cowardice and compliance
why make it out?
Instead just playing to the silence-
50 passive victims
death caused by their inaction
one man with a gun
against a bunch of clubbing

Cherno Biko

What a lady
a real goddess
proving to the mass
she’s flawless
shining through
this white is right
breaking out of
Transcending all
your morality
just ignorant hypocrisy.
Cherno Biko
an idol queen
a perfect example
of a woman’s theme:
all snakes in the grass-
Biko takes
doesn’t ask-
he’s a rapist and a hack.
The devil in a dress
just a delusional
forcing transmen
to bare ‘her’ child?
Apologize as the victim
the hero of this movement
should be jailed
and left to ruin.

Millennial anarchy

Legalize anarchy-
create the chaos
through the streams
normalize this languishing
and scream that you are radical.

Radical a thing of dreams
when you drink legal anarchy
an oxymoron but we see
oxymoronic thought as
critical thinking.

Legalize anarchy
systemize the radical
because we all know what heroes need;
a nice safe place to live and sleep,
a place the government has let them keep.

My San Bernardino

I’m from a land
of blood and violence
a desert
that thirst for a reprieve
from this silence
a barren wasteland
where nobody hides it-
America has failed
to acknowledge our plight and
our children are met
with eyes rolled and slight yet
every American says with a sigh
just another day in San Bernardino, right?
I come from a land forgotten
for convenience
we don’t fit your narrative
so you don’t even see us.
I gave my life
to serve the vulnerable
only to discover
I’m worth as much as my home.