Revival

Books don't interest me anymore.I realized they only confirm the stories already gleaned from my ancestral spirits.There's nothing to read for the griot, tellin' a story already lived & given. (artwork by Tina Richardson)

Nwanyiaga Sings the Blues

My pencils ripping through the wet spots on this page. I write my woes in shallow pools, that are Urbanly Decayed.  I can taste the Himalayas, slowly, traverse my lips.  No questions, so I beg, unforesake me like Rahel's hips.  Respectfully...I'm strugglin' to carry alluv this.  ...but, they say no questions so - I write…

Revival

Books don't interest me anymore.I realized they only confirm the stories inherited through my ancestor's spirits.There's nothing to read for a griot orating a story already lived & given. (artwork by Tina Richardson)

Moths and Flames

Another crumb.Another day.All is well in the house and the field.Meanwhile, one overseer pays. It's a debt that cannot come due, but no wiser are the fools. R.I.P to the fallen and the yet to fall. Photo Credit: "The 3rd Precinct Burns in Minneapolis" by Kambui Olujimi. Photograph: Kambui Olujimi

Junesy

Cracklins an grahma's stolen MacNish. Secreted kisses filled, still, with innocence. Whispers bou Nae-Nae an Booba, while sittin' in yo' backyard listnin'na ole folks records an' jubba'in. Back befo' we were taught idle hands did da devil's work. Back befo' dey traumas sullied us. Dem days, jus you an' me, sittin' on Erica's porch. Throwin'…

Nwanyi Enweghi Nwa

As I lay me down to sleepI pray the Lord my dream he keepsBecause if it should die while I'm awakeFrom the Lord; my soul; I'll take.

Pou Mô Baby Lavnir

Fé do do. Mô bébé piti.Fé do do.Mô shær, pou me.Tô Mamm est en haute,Vini ape a li.E kan tó pa dormi,Fé Moman épwizé.Alor. Fé do do.Fé do do.Mô bébé piti.Fé do do.Pou Moman cherié.

12 Commandments of the Negro

I was reading a book for my law and religion class and came across a piece from it that I wanted to share. Now, I realized a few pages ago that this book will not be much more useful for the purview of my paper, but I've kept reading. I stumbled across this and it…

Gị na-agụ M

Ifunanya m, my love. Ifunanya m.Gwa m i hụrụ m n'anya, ifunanya m. Bịagharia, my love.Ifunanya m.Ifunanya m, my love.Ifunanya m.

A Conversation with Sean

…no, I completely understand girl. you don’t want them you just need them to be miserable without you… It makes me happy that Johnny is always in a bad relationship. Marcus got married and I wasn’t bothered. I was just happy she was Black. But looking back, I didn't even feel for Marcus how I…

Inheritance

Grandma didn't give me fairytales. No brotha' rabbit, magical frogs or amicable men named John. My grandma didn't give me fairytales, because she loved me and knew my life would have none.