march thirty one: a late poem remembering MLK #NaPoWriMo

On April 4th we commemorate the life and untimely death of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Here’s the short  poem I wrote this past Saturday. I didn’t get a chance to post it on that day.  See the original poem also on Twitter.

April 4.
Remember #MLK.
Honor his life,
his work,
his legacy
by seeking justice.
@napowrimo2015 #Poetry

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#28DaysOfPoetry: The Black History Month Chronicles: America, The Beautiful

america, the beautiful – 2/2/15


The Beautiful

Black Is


We know this

Yet, how is it that


seems to bring about


and we trust


in the light


Word to the wise

just because one’s

skin is light

does not mean

they have

your best interest

at heart


Be careful when you walk

into the light

when we sleep in the dark

our instincts become

more aware

of our surroundings

and we might find

that what we do in the dark

will inevitably

come to light

copyright 2015


#28DaysOfPoetry – The Black History Chronicles: black history month

black history month – 2/1/15


distorted history

often exudes

an amnesia

of sorts

that conveniently




of Black Life

in America


for 28 days

while short lived

allows for

the correction

of wrongs

the chance


tell truths


gives us a reason

to write,

read, dance

sing and



how life

could, should


for those of us



made peace

in a place


we were

not welcome

copyright 2015


march thirty one: #30poems30days – poetry inspired by pop culture – sports and racism

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I  originally wrote this poem in 2006 and revised it in 2014.  It’s to interesting how this topic of the intersection of sports and racism continues to be a problem in American society juxtaposed against the importance of sports in the lives of American youth and our need for recreational activities.  Sports and athletic events has also become somewhat of a status symbol, afforded only by those with money to pay for front row seats at stadiums or who’s corporations can buy season tickets for it’s employees, leaving the everyday citizen to watch it on TV or forcing at home viewers to go broke investing in a “viewing package” of all football/basketball/baseball all the time just to stay caught up with the Jones’.  This issue is out of hand and the recent alleged racist rant by L.A. Clippers owner Donald Sterling only exacerbates the problem as well as opens a window into the true feelings and comfort level of many older white men in America who still own most of the land and commodities in our society.  So much to talk about, so little time….


A New Kind Of Strange Fruit     (2006, updated 2014)

instead of hanging from trees

we hang from

basketball hoops

and we sprint down a field


running and jumping

performing at tip top speed


all for a contract

that puts a price

on your back


our athletes

are treated

like servants

bouncing and throwing a ball

on a plantation

disguised as an institution

of higher education


trading our talents

for entertainment

and naming rights

on stadiums

alumni return to campus

to tailgate

and drink

and swap stories


their fortune 500 careers

and talk about

how fast that new boy

can run down the field


these so called students

are plucked from their hoods

promised big dreams

promised a life of

sex and groupies

only to be left with a life of

trying to maintain a scholarship

trying not to fall asleep in class

trying to prove

that they’re more than

a black buck


to fill a slot

on a team

that wins championships

only to encourage donors

to keep on digging

in their pockets

leaving players


why their coach

is treated like a king

and they are treated

like a commodity?


And then they get drafted

and traded

like stocks


traded and sold

to the highest bidder

to fill their pockets with some change

in order to fill their lives

with material goods

only to make their owners empires bigger


all at the expense of racial progress?


now tell me again

what is the difference

between sports

and the oppressive




we came to know as


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march thirty one: #30poems30days #poetryprompt: finding direction in the hood


This poem was based on another prompt from poet Scott Woods on Twitter.  The prompt was “Geocaching in the hood”.  I used my own interpretation of that:

Poem:  GPS for the streets

never underestimate the homeless dude

sees all, hears all

and probably knows all the shortcuts


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