Writing

Death Caught His Glance

Death caught the old man’s glance just the other day.

Onto his soul he thought it would pounce,

yet it came another way.

Its black garments hung as it offered solace,

waiting for the man to accept his fate.

Decades of pain on his shoulders,

swarms of metal avoided for the will of his state.

The memories too agonizing for his poor mind,

his mental crippling from the weight.

The shame of his former life,

impossible for a clean slate.

In his memory fixated was that all too familiar crimson spatter of his closest mates.

Impossible to escape the hell in his mind;

a man infeasible to truly compensate.

Although it seems the battle ended decades ago,

it continues every day and night for as long as it can go.

Preserved in the memory of those who lived it,

Those who are blessed will never know.

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R.I.P Philando- The Broken Dream

Today, I stretch my wings and fly,

I reach for the sun,

I soar for the sky.

At Heaven’s Gate I stand, and I must not lie,

I face the Lord and question why I had to die.

I did not deserve the things that would become of me:

my past, 

my present,

my destiny.

Despite what they claimed, I put it all behind:

The alienation, the animosity;

I set a new goal in sight.

A yearn for my coveted life dreams to take flight,

A future I imagined when I closed my eyes at night.

With all the risks and afterthoughts put aside,

I had my goal in target, 

I worked, 

But something was just not right.

I suddenly lost control,

Spiraling downwards by the works of my own enforcement…

Not quite so impossible when your country is poisoned.

As for black men in America, we endure excess torment,

A faction of citizens hate our skin but politicians ignore it.

We try to live our dreams, but the stereotypes don’t show it.

Many lives with potential, but the systematic oppression destroyed it.

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Angel

To me you were an angel in disguise;

If someone told me you were heaven sent, I would not be surprised.

You know how they say angels turn dark to light?

Well when I was with you, you gave me life.

Everything else felt wrong, but you felt right.

I once was blind, but you came and gave me sight.

You were the one who held my hand and got me through the rough nights.

I felt safe to be my true self by your side.

What is real prevails, and truth will never die.

Your love is like a drug, I need a dose to get me by.

You are not an average girl, and I am not a regular guy.

Spread your angel wings and go ahead and touch the sky.

Just know you will never have to lie to me,

you will never have to hide.

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The Cozy Room

I sit back and think,

how is it we met?

or how did we get there?

but I hold no regrets.

The time was brief,

but a moment of joy.

A time of no worries,

nostalgia at heart employed.

To be extinguished so quickly by the works of my own doing,

I may never truly forgive the times I have sinned.

But with all that has been said

or maybe even gone unsaid,

you always have a special room in my heart,

ever so cozy and warm with a bed.