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To see woman. To see black. To see outspoken. I know it is unsettling. Wow, black dreams? Wow woman dreams? How unnerving. To see black. outspoken. woman. Black outspoken woman with dreams beyond subservience and servitude. 

It’s sad to say that every black male I’ve talked to about police brutality has experienced and been affected by it in some way, themselves, a family member or close friend. This has been going on for over two years, this has been the focus of our conversation and public outrage, how many more videos of police abusing their power. How many more deaths, how much disrespect can a race take before we become the criminals that we are seen as. I think it is important for us to train our young minority men. Teach them that despite what they are seen as in society, suspicious”…”dangerous”…”uncivilized”, that they are the only ones in control of their narrative, of their lives. Words are extremely powerful, we tend to succumb to the stereotypes and the boxes people put us in. They will never portray how intelligent black men are. Never! I know so many intelligent, well spoken, put together, goal oriented, minority men, but is this shown in the media? The only way they want to accept us is if we are entertaining them. At times its not obvious. The most dangerous way of putting out a message is subliminally because it is long-term and long-lasting, because it’ll happen without you realizing. That way you won’t have time to fight it. I don’t want my little brother growing up thinking the only way he could be a successful or respected black man is to be a thug, basketball player, or rapper. I have a fear of my two brothers ending up in jail or being killed before their time in the hands of the law, why is that? I am tired of feeling this way. I am tired of the continuous disregard of black bodies. I am tired of even having to talk about this shit. This should not be the case. I believe there is space for peaceful disagreement like Martin Luther King, I also believe that violence can be a solution like Malcolm X

People are obviously not that smart and cannot see the clear sarcasm in this post. I am black, extremely vocal and outraged about the mass killing and imprisonment of black bodies and police brutality. This post is in response to all of my white friends who don’t understand why people like me are so outraged. It is clearly sarcasm and I shouldn’t have to explain. 

Black people are always angry about something, I mean geez its just massive death and unjust imprisonment no big deal it isn’t like they’re still getting lynched or something. Always trynna march for their rights like give it a break we’ve got one of you as president. Relax!


Fear finds a home
Your mind is a bundle of nerves and anxiety
Takes out a 5 year mortgage on your lungs
Your breaths become down payments
Struggling to produce what your body can afford
Fear will declare you as a tumor, a foreign body to be isolated and destroyed
Anxiety will be an arranged marriage,
A stranger you learn to love…eventually
One day you’ll realize you only learned to hate yourself

The critical moment before you start hitting up guys you used to talk to. Then you remember why you stopped talking to them. Then you realize that being alone isn’t the worst thing that could happen. You could be in the shittiest relationship of your life.

Rantings of a single girl: Not ready to mingle

Things that I will not do:
1.Have sex with you
2. Let you disrespect me
3. Be another option for you
4. Hold on to you because
a. Fear of being alone
b. Daddy Issues
c. Attention
5. Let you pressure me into a situation because my values, promises to myself, and decisions are inconvenient.
6. The word love doesn’t mean shit. I love cookies and what has that done for me
7. Chase you. Oh no honey, I don’t even like to run.

Things I will do:
1. Wait
2. Make decisions from a place of strength not weakness because relationships do not magically fill up holes that have been in your life for years
3. Love someone who deserves my love and never let them go
4. Love myself first: We are mirrors we reflect the love we get. You won’t know what love feels like until then.
5. Be the type of girl worthy for the right guy

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Dear daughter of a boulder
You have made yourself poet thinking you can move him
He is not a rolling stone
He’ll always be there to remind you there is something to be loved


Hustle and bustle
Like clockwork
Hands tired from all that ticking
Queens to Brooklyn commuting
Bodies full of stories
Clanging like cymbals
Motionless to the tune of MTA announcements
Heavy metal on train track
The way girls do at a Justin Beiber concert
Plastic bags rustle like maracas
Heels kiss the sidewalk
That click clacking bachatta music
Feet do the shuffle to distant sounds of part time preachers
“Spitting their lyrics like:
Jesus loves you”
Voice from boom box like
“Stand clear of the closing doors please”
My city, a Jazz song
Pounding pavements like Piano Keys
My city, a conductor
To a symphony of car honks and crying babies
Keys jangling, aching to be home again
Pennies humbled to the ground
And somewhere a homeless man is humming
Don’t you see how my city sings for you?
How can you hear all this music and not dance?
Not want to grab somebody and be beautiful together
Minds will break bread together
You be the deep conditioner to these thoughts
Breaking combs like they’re monotony
Let your body recite poetry
Your heart will snap not beat
My city cypher
Free styling to the beat-box of hearts synchronized
circle of voices
A choirs melting pot
My city, melodious
My city, mellifluous
My city
My city