Light At the End of the Tunnel

In my Cellblock

Ducking suckers

And cops,

Drama never stops,

No need to be specific;

It’s prison, that’s to

Be expected-headphones on,

In my own zone

Listening to music,

Making my life terrific;

God feels your pain,

God feels your pain,

God feels your pain,

Suited and booted

In the wee hours,


Hollowed Out Empire

Black presence means civilization building, an

essence of conscious realization.

Proof against a white hegemony dominated by

swinging circumscision.

Black presence means anti capitalist – pro

pooe, the (product of our environment.)

keeling before the representation of bloodshed

The state of surveillance; cops crashing a pool

party, Cops shooting without worry,

The grand jury-giving normative validation

to white supremacy.


Before I Begin This Poem…

Before I begin this poem …

I’d like to ask you to join me in a moment of silence …

In honor of those who died in the World Trade Center and the Pentagon

On September 11th 2001 …

I’d also like to ask you to offer up a moment of silence …

For all those who’ve been harassed, imprisoned, disappeared, tortured, raped or killed in retaliation for those strikes …


“Thru My Window!”

Barbaric, struggle going on among pirates…

One part poitics, the other the justice system.

Thought it was, an Illusion, tell I got lost 2 the Corporation.

Billions of dollars they make, from my Isolation from my loved ones,

And Fam. I guess, it’s really metaphorical, for supply and demand.

Every time I try 2 stand, I fall deeper into the Quicksand they

Call “system”.


The True Legacy of the Black Woman

There is nothing in the world

thats of a greater value to me

than you- the Black woman

mother of civilization – first

Lady of the universe to who

all praises are due!

And truly

had it not been for our

foreparents the great Kings

and Queens of Egpy, Asia,

and Africa, who gave birth

to All other nations And

taught them how to live –