Being a black bodyIn places of affluenceAnd convenienceDemandsThat one presents oneselfIn distinctive ways-Distinct from the riff-raffAnd the common criminalLest you find yourselfOn the wrong end ofPetty justice.To give off the wrong signal-A sweaty browAn ill fitting shirtLeisurely walking in a mallwithout a strongAn agenda-All these seemingly innocent thingsCan turn the most mundane of tasksInto a […]Read more "Wrong Signal"
In a world of ultra convenienceWe seem to have acquiredA strange new strand of impatience,Getting madWhen things that were onceInconceivable for human beingsDon’t happen for usOn demand.These devices in our pocketsBring us promisesOf the truly miraculousEvery morning:Access to ‘private’ conversations around the globe,Endless streams of knowledgeSeemingly bottomless pools of possibility-Until our geographical realitySlaps us in […]Read more "Expecting Miracles"
You don’t get toThe good stuffOf a relationshipOn day one.Far from love atFirst sight,The stuff that really takesYour breath awayComes long afterThe initial attraction fades from view,And what remainsAre the precious gemsThat only reveal themselvesWith time:Deep trust,Steady commitmentAnd a peculiar kind of vulnerabilityWhere letting someone inTo the messy side of your storyIs somehowDisarmingly beautiful.Don’t settle […]Read more "The Good Stuff"
The occurrence of a setting sunTells us that light is impermanent,That darkness is always imminent andSignals that even the brightest daysCome to an end.But the world doesn’t stop spinningWhen the sun goes down-Soon enoughThat sun will rise again.We’ve been through hard thingsBefore-Loss of loved onesDeath of dreamsDeep regrets.Battered, bruisedAnd light depraved as we’ve been,We made […]Read more "Once more"
Having plenty of optionsBut no solid leadsBeing tasked to build a fortressWith no bricks to spareAm I at the endOr did I just begin?Flailing wildlyOr flapping my wings?Asking myselfIf I have thrown myselfInto the brier patchOr a bed of rosesWhen I took that leap of faith?Read more "In Limbo"
Seems to be low hanging fruit.How the cookie tends to crumble.We are far too quickTo defend a state of affairsThat involves the powerful making lifeJust a little bit harderFor most other people,Whether its ignoring inequalitiesOr celebrating destructive trends-Humans hurting humansIs a blood sportFor which we have not lostAn appetite for.If business as usualMeans making your […]Read more "Screwing people over"
Sometimes it’s the good stuff That trips you up. The overconfidence that comes with a Good track record, A long list of followers and And the roaring thunder of applause. Blessings can become burdens, Binding you ever more tightly To what you’ve made of yourself until You’re convinced that nothing else matters, Victories from yesterday […]Read more "Blessings becoming burdens"
To be able to “see through everything” Is not a gift of insight, But rather it is the worst kind of blindness. The person who can go a lifetime Without ever living deeply for anything, The professional skeptic who Never quite devotes them self To anything more than their own opinion, Is not sophisticated- They […]Read more "On being too woke"
Some days Won’t make sense, Do your best anyways. Some nights will feel extraordinarily dark Bring your own light. Some mornings will bring good tidings- Share your moment of lift With the rest the room, When your cup runs over Be sure to let it spill over To the ones all around you, And on […]Read more "Respond"
Life is livedOn life’s terms-Not ours.We often hope that the coming of the new yearDramatically changes certain things in our lives:As if when the clock strikes twelveWe will find ourselves on a steady pathTowards radical transformation.Life is livedDay to dayAnd the people we becomeAlong the wayMatters far more than the shores we seek to reach.Real […]Read more "One day at a time"