Who’s Really Blind?

I’m not black, white, Latino, Native, Asian or Other
I’m the unique combination of my father and Mother
Too original to be placed in subliminal
Categories trying to label me as the criminal
You’ve heard his-story but you too can be a writer
When you look inside of yourself to see the wealth
And that’s priceless, not who’s wearing the nicest…
But who bears the living truth to get through any crisis
I’m trying to raise the lifeless to respect all creation
And give equal representation in this re-birth of a nation
Communication and Education are the keys to opportunity
A king when I have a dream, yet I wake up screaming give me free
I see the throat shackles replaced with blue collars
Inflation got homeless Joe raising his asking price to 2 dollars
Make’s me wanna holler with all these thoughts in my mind
I sit and listen to a Stevie song and Wonder who’s really blind?


Who knew the extent of
the power she holds

her elements so delicate
until her fury unfolds

she was born and raised
in her own category

underestimating her nature
we heard her story


You say Black

Mixed in White

I see Brown

Filled with Red

Never Yellow

When in Grey

Sometimes Blue

Need more Green

Poetry is my Purple


I’m sorry but the love you’re trying to reach
has been disconnected
the value of life has been constantly disrespected
we’ve neglected to realize that we are all victims
of the evil thoughts that walk the earth
while our minds sit numb
some become stressed, while the rest search for rest
neither asking the question that unites the two to the quest
what are we together going to do, cause life’s problems
can’t end through only me or only you
we must combine the efforts and combat
evil’s finest tool: to separate
arrange our connection so that we can clearly
communicate, you can’t abominate hate
it too can recreate, but we can use each other as means to educate
and to educate simply means to give instruction exposing
your mentality and morality to reconstruction
we can also educate by doing nothing, giving others the
impression that there’s nothing to be done since
we are all created equal under the sun
so why should I feel shame or be the one to
blame, when one of my good friends is, now fill in the token name
so what’s your aim, to make friends or to make the
world a safer place free from the discrimination
of gender, religion, sex or race
look at your own face and find your place in the puzzle
stop wearing that visual muzzle that tells your vision
what to expect from the collision of diverse decisions
in other words don’t allow your thoughts to be boxed
like the one that talks, you can search for truth and read
but that will only suffice half the deed
you need to apply these thoughts to your daily
routine to see a change occur throughout the whole scene
we often times come together and then
attempt to relate connecting for a common goal
leaving the body and finding the soul
yet to find a means to justify the end
take control of your thoughts and the message you send
check yourself, realize your own hang ups
and try your call again.

Flipping EVIL to LIVE

I know this kid that used to shoot
because he was afraid of getting shot
now he only shoots at basketball hoops
and coaches kids to develop their shots

I know this other kid that used to
sell her body to get high off crack
now she tells her story to save kids’ lives
and gets a greater high from giving back

I know a group of kids who would steal
because they felt the world had owed’em
now they help kids secure their futures
so that their dreams cannot be stolen

All these kids gained self-worth
by realizing how much they had to give
now they see the endless possibilities
when you flip every EVIL
and begin to LIVE

A Friendly Game Of Spades

I sat down with a partner to start a new hand in the game
I didn’t know the full picture but I thought we held the same frame
It all started at the club where this nicely suited queen walked by
We had some eye contact and we both bid each other “hi”
Some new jacks were flashing diamonds but their game wasn’t stable
She got rid of the jokers and it was time to put my cards on the table
So I lead with a strong heart and thought a king could win the book
But then she brought out her Ace and played without a second look
How could she cut me, when I threw I thought she knew my intent
I guess I read the wrong signals from the message she sent
I thought the cards were in my favor so I wasn’t initially afraid
But this time it seemed that one spade had yet to be played
Everyone around could see that we had lost our connection
We were about to take flight but she reneged on the direction
So now I’ll just have to deal but next time I’ll proceed with caution
You better learn to book your reservations before you try to get to Boston



Bless, the porcelain structure
For which we so’er give thanks
Cause when we are at hurry
It greets with fost’ring spanks

Ending our time of struggle
While providing for its bowl
Hence with one gulp will swallow
Not bit by bit, butt whole

What I worship most of all
Is the time it holds to think
And see our similarities
Until that ending plink

At peace upon our thrones
When all is at a hush
Clearing ourselves of every foul
With one conclusive flush

Sistahs ICU [I See You]

Sistahs, I see you. No need for your clothes to be see-through
Its too easy to expose and much harder to be true
No one can complete you, unless you’re loving yourself
Because your soul is worth more than your physical wealth
Your mental health is important too, like who’s supporting you
When the whole world’s making money off exploiting you
Your whole point of view is often placed in a false category
And then displaced whenever faced with his-story
It ain’t a mystery to find all the causes of your drama
If you want the real deal than have a talk with your mama
I can see that you’re phenomenal in the way you still rise
And realize that you’re a prize without seeing your thighs
I see the ones who try to disrespect you and neglect you
And you stay just waiting for the day when they will sweat you
But the ones who want to treat you good, you don’t want at all
Sistahs, you trippin’ and I hope these words are breaking your fall

I Lost My Groove in 98’

With time comes knowledge, at least that’s what we hope
But there are times when people do not consider the whole scope
If it’s only a joke, why isn’t everyone laughing?
What morals separate our living from our acting?
And the Emmy goes!
Not to only those
Who have sold their souls
For personal goals
Touchdown! But what is the score?
Nothing to nothing
Then, what is it for?
A little comedy while you and your girl relate
When are you aware that words are used to educate
And you have taught me that I’m still not safe, even within my own race
Cause if I turn my back I can get attacked by my own face
Or even in my own Native place
And History shows that in order to erase an entire population
We must destroy the base or foundation:
Well, then how about the first Black Nation?
With some good old “high caliber” propaganda
Mixed with a little new “hollow point” slander
Although, you should have checked if it was loaded before you fire the gun
I cannot place the full blame on only one
Because it takes a nation, and the fight has not Just begun
It is Just, that I believed between some of us, it was done
But it was done, and tell me, what did it prove?
It the statement had been omitted, would Stella have NOT gotten her groove?
This UN-calculated move has lessened the spirits of my people,
Affected deeply by the situation
But it will never lessen the fact that even as an American
I’m proud to be Haitian!