To embrace our space…

The city is alive with life. Blacks grin in the sun through the hot winds and rains happiness grows unique in hells fire but there is relief, relief to smile, relief to laugh, to scream, embrace our space. THIS IS OUR CITY!!! And we don’t own, but who cares we give the city color, we … Continue reading To embrace our space…


Slaughter of the Innocents (A Chicago minute)

Not easy to break something broken A city cursed with the plague of blood-Lust, Hunger-pains, and Raging-fires No-gains Momma-tears Gang-signs Steel-toys Chevy bubbles and dick boys ...Normality... Ordinary pains 98.6 degrees burns the evidence to ash so you never ever.....ever....ever know what really happened here Nobody from the outside really knows Lil babies born and … Continue reading Slaughter of the Innocents (A Chicago minute)

Mama’s eyes (Broken Haiku)

Mama's eye runs tears Mama's soul moves fearlessly In the face of fear


Acirema em…..(post holocaust)

Acirema em barely alive in a post holocaust haze Post holocaust African Aushwitz, Alabama Bombs over Birmingham Schindler set up shop in Chicago and steam billows to the heavens (hallelujah!) while steel cools amidst the smoldering souls And in high places!!!! Ah yes, those distant high places… smoldering still, we eagerly await a benevolent cool hand reaching from … Continue reading Acirema em…..(post holocaust)


America’s Black Seed

The lights are glowing bright in the city. And everything looks calm, from the outside, but away from the lights, away from the action, deep down in the hood Black faces frown and groan from years of hunger and rejection, and will kill the likes of their own reflection, And everything looks calm, from the … Continue reading America’s Black Seed