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Keyboard, Keys, Hardware, Pc, Calculator

I saw a picture of a couple and 

A couple of years ago had I been in this situation I 

Woulda tripped

I woulda 

Been in my feelings so mad at

How you mis-

Represented yourself

How our picture could have been perfect too 

Way deeper than the photograph itself 

Now I put those feelings on the shelf when I start blaming myself for your deceit 

I’m an open book and your a locked diary

It’s only a matter of time.

And time isn’t on your side.

Your wife has one foot out the door and 

On my way out our wedding portrait falls on the floor 

It shatters and

It tatters

Broken

I leave it right there 

Because that picture 

Is the realest photo we ever had 

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We Can’t Sleep

Photo by Hashtag Melvin on Pexels.com

First off, this is dedicated to the life and legacy of Breonna Taylor. Secondly, it is a call for Black folk who been sleeping to wake up.

we can’t sleep because 

she can’t sleep 

eyes like brown

skin like me

she was resting her wearied body and 

her wearied soul

so tired 

a special tired we’ve all come to know 

after work, faces masked metaphorically too and questions asked 

facing age old tests designed for us not to pass 

a day in the life of being Black

she was tired

we’re all tired at the end of the day 

she lay in her bed she rested her head in

the comfort of her own home 

because home is all we got these days we’ve all come to know 

her last night at home she bled from her bed 

not in sleep but in death she 

was sleeping while they were knocking

down her door

guns blazing in the middle of the night 

in the middle of the dark 

it’s amazing that folks who look like me are saying that it’s her fault 

eyes like brown 

skin like me 

she was sleeping

and you been sleeping too

but your sleep ?

damn, your sleep really is a crime 

blaming her for the people she knew

blaming her for the streets and the crew

blaming her for something she had nothing to do

with

drug dealers and the wheelers and the dealers

people we know, people we love

even when we don’t agree with what they done done 

maybe she loved one, maybe she knew many

I don’t really care because 

she should still be here and the cops still shouldn’t have been there 

in the middle of the night 

a slaughtered queen, a snuffed out life

you would know it ain’t right 

if only you knew yourself

if only you knew

but you don’t because 

you been sleep 

I Know What It’s Like to Live in the Shadows

man in shadows of windows

Because we don’t often talk about the shadows we cast upon ourselves

Shadows hide people and things from the light

In the shadows I’ve vanished like

Dark at night

In the shadows I’ve questioned like

What is wrong and what is right and

In the shadows I’ve answered 

My questions with fear and fright like

“Are you alright?”

In the shadows I’ve replied and

In the shadows I’ve lied

In the shadows, I know what it’s like 

Quiet like silence, rowdy like violence

Challenging either way you slice it

Determined consistent opposition

My truth is defiant

Trust me, I know what it’s like

To be so determined to dim your own light that 

You’re scared of your own shadow

Trust me, I know what it’s like 

I know how shadows hide people and things from the light