Suddenly

A door opened with the call
Funny thing I had no expectation
I had no expectation at all

Thinking back I should have known
Her subatomic energy pixilized uniquely on my HP screen. We laughed sending
messages about being country and the prism of insight that being southern
brings

And I reached for my phone. See she promised she’d make time just for me.
She’d sit down and listen no distractions when I called her at home.

Can you believe the phone had no power. No power at all. Huh. It’s 9:55 and
she promised she’d be available and listen for my after 10 call

She said, my baby girl will be in bed. And I will make time for you. Well
she didn’t say it. It was a text message from dating site is what’s true.

And an hour later her name is and she feels just like me. She had truths to
share and pains to bear. Just like me.

And an hour later our stories blended together on the line. Our laughs
married in harmony. The Sweet cadence of her breath and tone were charming
me.

And she Is and and I am and God please don’t fool me Cause this may be a
wrap and she is speaking to my spirit and what she not saying my heart can
hear it.

And she is and I am Corneilius And we talked to each other just us no
representatives. And she exposed her fears and I showed scars from the
hurts. God must be on the line and his plan must be at work.

And we held on to the moment as hands clutch sand in the wind. Like
children, we were new friends on the playground hoping the sunlight never
to dim.

And in the moments there was hope and in the moment there is hope. I may
not be alone on this float. And I may have a friend for this ride and we
can road trip side by side.

And we can laugh and together we can cry and we can scream then in the
morning share the sun peaking through our window together blessed and
wonder why.

And what am I saying. We’d already hung up the phone. It’s really late and
I here all alone. But a door opened on that line. And I have prepared for
this moment. The moment to catch my blessing to receive the favor that’s
mine.

Goodnight

This is how we do
This is how we do
Everyday all day

As the DJ spins
As bodies sway
As heads nod

As the moment throbs
As she smiles to forget
As he stares and sips

And we inhale as air moments without cares
As ebony eyes across the bar stare
All on beat all in these seconds
We share

And legs, asses and smiles
Lies, laughs,and style blend
And hips lips and dreads

And she lift drinks and spreads
While over there she flirts
And he smiles as she works

Big girl twerks and pushes
In his lap, on her lap
While lil Wayne raps

And
Even if she go away
Even if she go away

The moment lasts
While I’m am transfixed on that ass
And she is wearing blue
And long hair flows
And oh… Those toes

And yeah it’s her smile
And she speaks to me with words twisted
And I’m serving her with drinks gifted

I pause to check my phone
While the next man up
He’s trying to take her home

And this is another night
At the club
And this is
Another evening spent alone

We Are At War

We have lived in occupation
Many cities one Black occupied nation
Rewrite the history
Books of lies
Tell truth to wrongs and kill the allibis. This is war.

Uplift the truth tellers
Release the dime bag weed sellers
Time for penny any crime
Lock up the double digit unemployment rate
No safe space for blackness drowned in dark hate

And you stand appauled
Man women child on back and defiled
Brains rearranged – Frankenstein
Reality redefined in these times

Bound by bitter truth
No resources no pot to piss in
No roof
This snarling dog is ruthless
Kill, be killed, or die hopeless

And most ain’t soldiers
They toothless
They ain’t real
Reality TV
Selves defined outside of production have no function

No Wise dome
Men without a throne
Leaving their women ass out
And kids assed out
hoed crawling on knees for dollars and babes boiling and black and brown
bodies spoiling in squaller

And in church we holla
And come home in silence
Ducking drugs, thugs, and violence
Leaving In fear of expired tags

More concerned with designer threads
Than teaching the young heads
Fools Focus on foreign cars
lost souls smiling dancing with stars

Sorry sambo their is no cure
Mediocrity privileged and Mumbo Jumbo lines, wrapped in flags,
Gender identity and white folks minds.

CVS got perks that’s the revolution
As our sons listen and twerk that’s called pollution
And we blaze for days and daze
Time passing away

As we pass away. Pass the loud they say. Living in loud silence. Boys in
perpetual hyper musculated fear. No stock to exchange they exchange from
stocks and barrel as mothers cry and the voices of fathers muted by sirens,
bass, and child support systems -black men are mimes in this confusion
-nobody listens.

We have lived in occupation
Many cities one Black occupied nation
Rewrite the history
Books of lies
Tell truth to wrongs and kill the allibis. We are at war.

My Pain

Sometimes this pain comes in a monsoon

And I feel like I am drenched in hurts

Gasping for air in cold consuming dankness

Showered by sullied. Soaked in remourse

Emersed in my own miserable disappointment.

And this skin is just so heavy

Weighted in its aweful god forsaken humanity

Weathered by sadness drained by its infermity

-black maleness.

I am vile to every living creature

I am least to every breathing thing.

There is no crowd for my song when I sing.

I carry the cross of all who fell

I bear the stench of all who smell

I wear the scars of all they shame

black male the curse they blame.

And yet I stand pooled in this pit

Clutching maleness and my prowess

firmed and fighting fit

Denying he she and those other

Who would deny me my pride

I am a black man and I will not be denied.