Bruce Paula Michael Maya (a poem about family)
How many kids do you have pop pop? What’s their names pop pop? How old are you pop pop? What happened to mom moms face pop pop? Where are you […]
dis tew much (a poem about love)
Dis tew much? Do me a favor and love me unconditionally. Is respect too much to ask for? Don’t take me as a joke. Is the idea of you and […]
“I was wondering…” (a poem submitted by Eric Daniels)
Submission from: Eric Daniels I was wondering.. I was wondering why people waste time.. I was wondering why people don’t value themselves… I was wondering why people can’t endure.. I was wondering why some women feel best being degraded.. I was wondering why kids are raising kids.. I was wondering […]
Harlem (a poem by Langston Hughes)
By Langston Hughes What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. […]
(A poem by #Asheru)
I am the stone that builder refused I am the visual The inspiration That made lady sing the blues I’m the spark that makes your idea bright The same spark […]
Papoose Alphabetical Slaughter Part II Z to A (2013)
Papoose Alphabetical Slaughter: Part II Z to A (Lyrics) (Z) Z-zag-zig Zimbabwean Zambian Zaires Zodiac zoning Zulu, Zian zillion zapling zillionth zillionaire (Y) Yo you yeah, yesterday’s youth yearning You […]
IDFWU (a poem inspired by the Papoose Alphabet Slaughter)
Inequality Pay me what you owe me Unequal pay Unequal love Unequal education Unequal respect Unequal in the eyes of the law Dreams Deferred Yes we can, yes I can, […]
“Still I Rise” (a poem by Maya Angelou)
Still I Rise You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in […]
“Werk” (a poem about work)
Keep hope alive no slave to the 9-5 or the 8-4 or the 7-3 time to re-write destiny
Let it die (a poem about a lie)
I was on a mission It came to fruition Seems like im enjoying the lie I try to stay silent But I still hear me laughing Goddamn I wish I […]
