R.I.P. Uncle Guy (Ghee)

Usually I’m thrilled to create phrases that rhyme

But I was filled with sadness from writing this time

And as I started to look back on every fond memory

I realized how blessed I was to have an uncle like Guy

I will cherish every visit and every conversation we had

How he always made sure I stayed connected to my dad

I’ll remember how he always spoke of his children with pride

I’ll remember his great smile and the occasional free cab ride

But the greatest gift I’ve received from my uncle Guy

Is always showing me the importance of family

And although you’ve moved on from us physically

You will live forever in my heart and memory

Remembering Joey Cee

Remembering Joey Cee

Somethings in life are seen as black-and-white
You either shut up or get ready to put up a fight
But you and I found ways to take another route
Using basketball to see what life was all about
Like when you’re on defense and life gets hard
You need to stay on point and keep your guard
You didn ‘t foul and kept your feet on the ground
When you had a good shot you’d knock it down
I reminisce over the days when we just had fun
And when we meet again we’ll play a game of 21
You’re spirit lives on because in my heart you left a mark
Back when we became brothers playing ball at Dana Park

A New Mourning

Early morning August 12, 2002

We lost the Remon we once knew

I’ve had 4 years to examine the damage

To the point of now accepting this challenge

So since I can’t change what happened in 2002

And I need y’all to accept these new challenges too

I Am Not My Wheelchair

What do you see when you stare at a wheelchair?
A physical prison nobody wants to live in
It isn’t fair that some people try to compare
When we all have a different life challenge to bear
Besides the truth is a lot of people use this
As a form of transportation to go, it may be someone you know
Your friend, your spouse, your father, your mother
A coworker, classmate, sister or brother
No matter the relation people always rediscover
How you still shouldn’t ever judge a book by its cover
And when you read through my pages
You’ll realize that for me a cage is
Not what you see, but what you allow it to be

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?

KATRINA

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

JUST COLORS

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

BAD CONNECTIONS

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