And in the midst of it all

Darkness keeps placing its

Ugly head into the open cracks

Of the minds that God took His

Time in healing

While life’s greatest adversary

May think he’s won again

Then I heard God remind me

In the deepest part of my soul

That victory belongs to me

And He’s the same God that’s

Delivered boats from crashing

Over the deep blue seas

And the same God that kept

Me when they broke into the

Home that I found solace in

The same God that kept him off

Of my back one last time

The same God that moved my hand

Off the brake that kept me from moving

The God that never fails

And is able to do exceeding abundantly

Will keep our minds at peace

Again if we believe


for the first time

the deep dark pit

that i’ve allowed to

swallow me up

began to crack and

your light found its way

into spaces that have never

experienced anything different.

i moved my hands towards

each opening in hopes that

i could keep digging

to let in more light

but my tired hands were

ready to give up and let go


you placed your hands

close to mine and started

digging with me

telling me i’m here

with your words and showing me

through your actions.

the pressure filled walls

let out its last and final sigh

and finally i saw that our

was never in vain.

now my pit is destroyed

with your wisdom filled words

and your dirt covered hands

showed me that

you were right there all along.

you’ve demolished my walls

you’ve heard my cries

and you’ve saved parts of me

i thought were six feet deep

and i’m ready to rebuild

alongside you.


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.

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


i want to hear my caged bird sing

ambition flow

you can “tell from my DNA that i can help you”

after looking over at the blank space

but i can tell from your DNA

that you are a compilation of

ignorance and self-righteousness that

has caused some sort of glitch in the

major American system and that your

DNA is full of strands and strands of

laziness with thick incurable diseases

that forces you to think that words like

these are appropriate to say aloud.

but friend,

what you don’t know is that my DNA

is rich with excellence and laced with

the power and strength carried by those

Alabama streets or that black filled white house

with k dot reminding us that we’ve all got

loyalty and royalty inside our DNA so

next time be careful of the words

you spew because this world is ours

this world is mine

and our future

success does not

depend on


know this

i am worth as much as

the brothers and

sisters before me

were recognized for.

i am worth as much as

the tallest among saplings

and if i fall

you will not hear me

hit the ground

but you will hear and feel

my roots growing through

the soil beneath your feet

i am worth as much as

the susan and becky

who applied to my

position and then grew

angry because the black

girl was more qualified

than anyone else.

i am living out my fantasy

one and for all


i am back on my feet

and ready to begin again.



you can’t keep 

punishing yourself 

for the assumptions 

that rise from 

the dark places in 

your soul 

and you can’t keep 

pressing fast forward 

through all the

torment and pain 

your little heart has 


but keep on 

trying to understand 

that one day 

you will rise from 

the concrete cave 

they made for you 

until then 

keep on love 

keep on