Are better than friends from high school.That’s my opinion anyway.Because what did I know at 16?About myselfAbout the worldAbout what I wanted in a friendship?Heck, I am not sureI even liked me back then.Friends from collegeAre the ones who found meWhile I was finding myselfAs they were finding themselves,And whenever we meet againIts not a […]Read more "Friends from college"
Are often not the onesBest positioned to see everythingFor what it really is-Like a person who’s never goneWithout light,Straining and struggling to seeIn the darkness,For their eyes are not accustomedTo the experience of thoseWho live in the shadows.Yet their privilege gives them powerThat no one else has,To change the order of things,To make the room […]Read more "The privileged ones"
It is not continually on the vergeOf being destroyedLostOr broken.It is not the kind of thingThat is easily discardedOr misplaced because of carelessnessNor diminished because of neglect.You are a son.You belong to Someone.Room has been made for youYour space has been reservedYour name uniquely givenYour identity unquestionable.Yes, you may often failTo live as though this […]Read more "Sonship is not fragile"
Don’t do it.Hold space.You’re here for a reason.Read more "On apologizing for being here"
You’d thinkThat after spending so much timeWith yourselfThat you would actually comeTo know yourself,Understand your urgesMake sense of your hang upsFind true north,But lo and behold-It turns out most of us need therapyTo make sense of ourselves.Perhaps one of the most puzzling thingsAbout being aliveIs how possible it isTo live in a caricature of ourselves;Adapting […]Read more "On knowing yourself"
Isn’t riddled with insecurityScrolling on a screenLooking for meaning,Pining for designer clothesAnd ‘summer bodies’Racing up the corporate ladder,The real youIsn’t exhausting your yearsPlaying catch upCompensating for childhood traumas,Proving people wrong,Building statues in honorOf your coping mechanisms,Holding onto whatever you can find in this lifeFor fear that there’s nothing else,Chasing after more and moreAnd finding less […]Read more "The real you"
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"
We don’t find our whole selvesWithin-Just one part.We don’t retain the complete memoriesOf our reality alone-Just our version of events.Part of doing life with othersIs to uncover parts of ourselvesThrough wrapping our worlds upWith those of others,For whether we like it or notOur fates are inextricably joinedWith the fate of our contemporaries.Ultimately our identityIs not […]Read more "Outsourced Identity"
What happens When our virtual lives Come to play in the real world? Can they? Is it possible For the content we’ve consumed And the contributions we’ve made online To nudge us to becoming a people With temperaments that are better suited For the Internet Than actual reality? We live as double agents One foot […]Read more "Role Play"
Money is rarely just money.Its relationship to our identityIs one few of us can openly admitBut one we all feel intimately.All this talk of financial securityDoesn’t account for the phenomenon whereWhile we are on our wayTo securing the bagThe bag itself has secured us,Binding us to itself until weAlmost solely base our existenceOn moneyAnd the […]Read more "Financial Decoupling"