America, poetry

This Flag

So let me break it down for you again… While you’re mad about a flag, Bombs still dropping over Baghdad. While you’re worrying about a flag, Another family is around the table without dad, While you’re tripping about a flag, Syrian children don't even have a sleeping bag, While you’re red-faced about a flag, Another… Continue reading This Flag

mothers, poetry

We’ve Been Studied and Left Bloodied

  When we were enslaved they studied us. Tested us, looked at our genes, culture, and power, And then they stripped us of our ancestry and self-love; When we got our freedom,  again, they studied us at how we managed it, So they encased us and separated them from us With lynchings and segregation White… Continue reading We’ve Been Studied and Left Bloodied

God, poetry, Uncategorized

Father, My Father ( The Cry Of the Broken)

Oh father, my father, how I have lost my way. My father, my father, how I’ve broken the wings of my own soul. My heart bruised beyond recognition, My mind disturbed, filled with confliction from my afflictions. Wounds that never healed, mask me. They rack my body with heaving sobs, Begging for a salve, Pleading… Continue reading Father, My Father ( The Cry Of the Broken)