Dry Cry

I dry cry because I’m leaving. The pain starts in my mind, trikles down like an extraction of the bone marrow from the depths of my spine.

A Table For Two

With precision you hit every spot that I’ve missed….I’m a biter so I nibble on you. That’s why I sat down alone at this table set for two.

Move With Might!

He took a bullet and lay in his grave.
To allow his energy to exonerate his name.
It’s more than physical with the words that we say.

Movement

Juneteenth

Dancing to a linguistic drum, gazing into the Rising Sun. On the road towards Emancipation. Strong as the African Sun, Freedom Day has truely just begun.