new mercies i see

each morning i get up

i am granted a new mercy, or two

from the moment my eyes open

to the time they close again

my aching body moves towards restoration

and my bones are lubricated with

sweet sweet oil

but in one moment

the capitol of my broken city is shaking

and that new mercy feels like

a bomb threat will quickly become real

and my heart will explode from being

in the target range of many

and i will fall on my knees

begging for forgiveness

finally realizing

that i was in the way.

my garden

not everyone will love what i love

or hear the instruments in my song

not everyone will understand my words

or comprehend my thoughts

not everyone will say this touched me

or even say they’ve read a piece

and not everyone will find the same

joy and peace i have found

in the very words i speak

and the instruments my song contains

and that’s okay.

green

i am creative and i have created

a space to tell my story to those

who are willing to listen through

the cracks in my voice and the sound

of my shaking tongue

i have filled my mind with words

and i live through sound and song

because the peace it brings

chokes out pain and suffering

i have erased and replaced archaic

thinking with a freshly planted flower

that continues to grow with time

now that i understand my words

are not always a crime

i am a poet

and every day i choose to be

i choose to create and build

this little world of mine

come with me.

alexis

our calls will no longer be filled with cries

as a result of  some of the lies you told to protect us.

the apologizes have exceeded their limit

and it’s time for us to begin again.

we’ve done it before, but momma, i will do it again

and again just like the Son explained to His disciple.

we will start over because you deserve the world

although you have not been good to her

and no, she has not always been good to you.

while you must pay the debt you owe

and lay in the bed you have made

i will find you the softest pillows and the biggest

blanket to comfort you while He restores your soul.

i have forgiven you and given you my heart

just as i did the day we met

despite the circumstances, ready set…

go to Him and find your peace.

you have been afraid all your life, but fear no longer

your sound mind is waiting for you

and so is your child.

im living my life, momma, i want you to live yours

i will not reject you

and He will not leave or forsake you.

so come to me and if its all too hard

i will close my eyes and intercede

momma, i did not lose you to death

and thank God. He has kept you

but life has swallowed you up and i’m ready for you

to come back to me

my arms are open.

sing a song

i think my caged bird died yesterday

and haven’t been in the room to see the damage

but the moment i stopped hearing her sing

i knew my beloved was gone and my soul went too

once upon a time that bird flew high and they all

knew how i felt but i’m not sure i did myself

when will i start feeling good

place the pressure on the highest shelf

i’ll give you my hand, precious Lord

but will you please revive my songbird

you have the glory and the power to do all things

and the fault is on me for not believing

not understanding how much life she could bring

her back was black like mine and her frail legs

were still strong like mine and she still sang to

the lilies of the valley even when i couldn’t

i want my flowers to bloom things spring

again

i want to hear my caged bird sing

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hello again, america.

a few things concern me should you care to listen

why is this constitution only important when

you feel you can wrap your powerful hands

around the necks of the oppressed and the hips

of all those women who use their lips to try and

silence yours

why is this constitution only important when

the voss hasn’t run out but sister flint is still dry

or should i say contaminated with undrinkable

water, three years after the problem surfaced

though it’s not the first time you’ve heard the plea

why is this constitution picked and prodded

and yes i know it happens on both sides

but your people are crying out, american,

and i’m one of those people

why is your constitution conditional and seems to

work for those upper class, trickling down

woe is me i’m so sorry people who can’t seem to

recognize that the problems on the outside most

times begin because of their side but you’re blind

amnesia. dementia. bipolar. forgetful.

why is the constitution only important when

babies are murdered and the gun? she’s always

being violated, but when the rights of the human

are consistently being annihilated, your little

constitution friend decides hide

nowhere to be

found and we suffer.

crystalized

my dear,

rise up from your stupor

and understand that you’re

worth more than you will

ever be able to fathom.

 

my dear,

they don’t know your heart

but they don’t need to

because they will never understand

the value you carry in each step.

 

my dear,

don’t cry and shout

but think and pray

because this too shall pass

tomorrow is a new day.

 

my dear,

you are loved and covered

by blood and mercy

but think and pray

constantly meditate

on the things above

and this poem.