Poetry

Ghettoland

There’s a place you pay
On these streets
And sometimes it’s high
Like the cost of dope
In order to kill whatever
That not right
Whatever that’s…

Good Morning: America

a poem to America

The sun arose this morning
Shining among the horizon high
The blue skies is met with a…

00:13: Train Ride Inspiration

The night train moves 
Quickly in the night’s air 
And the noise from the train 
Keeps a steady beat lugging home. 
I gotten a…

Skin

Brown 
Black 
White 
Red 
That’s the skin I am in 
My skin that I am in. 
Look real close 
What do you see? 
A human being in the skin I am in 
In…

Nikki Love

To Nikki Giovanni

Poetry and rhyme 
And reason 
At any season 
You’re the mother of words 
Unexpressed to us so 
And this I know.

night poem

the splendor of night, 
makes it seem so wonderful, 
such is a delight 
that makes up this moment.

The Common Man

The common man gets up in the morning
To work in order to feed his family,
The common man struggles to make ends meet
Not letting…