Poet, Photographer, Creative
She gave him the gift that keeps on giving
So he just trying to keep on living
Had to explain it to his siblings
But he can’t even understand his feelings
Doing his best to cope with it
He gets higher than the ceiling
He pop pills and smoke dope with it
He probably about to be evicted
He can’t work as much as he used to
Can’t keep his grades up at his new school
He has so much he’s going through
But he wears designer clothes and a smile to fool you
A lot makes me sad
Not much makes me happy
I like playing games
And spending time with family
I hate pretending
I hate having to be “manly”
I like being in Atlanta
I like a certain Cancer
I hate that my dad left me
I hate that her mom left her
It’s no one’s fault really
Though I feel like most thing fall on me
Maybe I’m right about everything
Or maybe I’m just bad at overthinking
This year seems a lot like the last
Not a bad thing it’s just what I’ve noticed
I’m still locked in
I’m still focused
Think I’m Ruffin and everybody else is Otis
It’s all about me
I’m who they come to see
If I stop then everything else gets messy.
Keeping the family on track like a train
Peace and prosperity the only things on my brain
Shot by: Too Distinct
Location: Horn Lake, Ms
photo was taken with Canon t3i with 18-35mm lens
I don’t really know.
What exactly is knowing anyway?
To know is to have learned.
To learn is to have been taught.
To have taught is to have thought.
Thoughts wander…
To be able to teach is to have once wandered.
We’re the generation that hates waiting
Necessities include instant gratification
Including bank statements
Yet we still have no savings
Losing respect for older generations
They created hell on earth
Yet act like we’re Satanists
Sorry if we don’t give a fuck about religion
Caring means we’d have to pay attention
How when we can’t even pay tuition
Wishing that our parents listened
Visionaries but they can’t see our visions
A better world is our only mission
Feminism so our women don’t just work in kitchens
Wear old shit and call it vintage
Trying to get our legacies cemented
Trayvon and Sandra are our Emmitts
Always worried about our image
Afraid of love so we stray from committment
Life comes fast we can’t waste one minute
Don’t preach to us about patience
Just go back and read the first sentence.
I just want to be left alone
To go outside and not be ran up on
I want to feel protected when I see police
Not like if they catch me alone they might kill me
I don’t deserve that no one does
For the same reason Rosa kept her place on that bus
I am not less than a white male
I don’t belong in the cages you refer to as jail
My skin tone does not render me useless
I wasn’t born to hang from nooses
I’m not a thing for cops to kill and be abusive
My skin may be dark
But their hearts are darker
I should not be a civil rights martyr
I’m Eric a father and husband
I should not have been choked to death like my life meant nothing
I am Michael a son and a brother
I should not have been shot nor should my parents have to suffer
I am Trayvon and I just wanted to go home
My friend should not have heard me die on the phone
I am Tamir and I just wanted to play
The police shouldn’t have killed me and let my body lay
If I could be white for just an hour
I’d tell the police how #BlackLivesMatter just as much as ours
But I’m black for the rest of my life and that’s fine with me
I just ask that police protect our communities peacefully
Ebony toned goddess
Summer or winter
Your desire is the hottest
Royalty in your veins
But your persona is modest
Beautifully built queen
I just need you to know
You’re worth more than everything
Hips switching in rhythm
The song of your sway is what I sing
Value in every word that leaves your lips
Spirits in your opinions
I’m just trying to take a sip
Inebriated by your presence
Silver and gold should be the toll
To pay for your life lessons
Guess that’s why I’m sweating
Right before I send you this text message.
Nubian beauty
For whatever it may mean
Just want you to know you’re still a queen
