Acid Gospel

If These Blocks Could Talk
they'd tell us that light shines from
the deepest Abyss.

Nikki Knows

Ms. Giovanni

said if we were all poets,

the world be better.

Makaveli

In heaven's ghetto,
The Rose That Grew From Concrete
will forever bloom.

Mother Maya

Phenomenally,
this caged bird taught us to sing.
-Maya Angelou

Dear Harlem

Through his jazz poems--
Montage of a Dream Deferred;
Langston Hughes lives on.

Scott-Heron the Hero

This poet once said,
"you can always turn around."
Thanks Gil Scott Heron.

#ThrowbackThursday

I don't usually do this but today I'm feeling a bit nostalgic
sitting here reminiscing on some of my childhood magic.
Like when I could turn mud into pie
and how I would climb the highest tree
because I believed I could fly.
When cartwheels were my only transportation,
and how I you couldn't be caught in a game of tag
as I quickly raced back to the station.
When my baby brother was my only true friend,
and though he may not know it,
I would trade in my adulthood,
just to grow up with him again.
But all we have is today and the present is all we got,
so I use these Thursdays to throw back to a time once lived
that we may have forgot.