Kevin Rashid Johnson

Tiger eyes
behind them lies
not just vision
but shadows and
visions
indecision
born of loss
pain undeserved
cries kept in reserve
sharp as razor-severed
nerves
her deliverence
nigh
she questions why
it took so long
for this love

I met a woman
strong and fierce
my heart
my mind
my soul she pierced
brought me back
alive
she revived
my will
to not only survive
but thrive
rekindled my
fire
took my spirits higher
made me aspire

protect our women
and girls from violence
against the mayhem
and the silence

of pains
and abuses kept hidden
from the losses and costs
of living

in a capitalist world that
shows no regard
for those whose
labors are

the game of
control is old
good cops think they slick
when they’re nothing
but the opposite method
of control from the stick
it’s just a trick
they’re the carrot
the siren’s song
the honey to capture
flies when

hidden from history
so few mentions
black bodies hanging
those horrid lynchings

amerika’s fingers
ever pointed abroad
condemnation of other nations
its righteousness a fraud

what crimes more outrageous
what motives more insane
what offenses qualify

she gifted the world
with your life
her own sacrificed
that you might
learn and grow
blossom and know
your way around
places people and things unkind
through difficult times
no greater bind
than her’s
like roots to branch

Look at you iced out
in platinum chains,
The real power elite
think you’re insane.

Mocking their lifestyle
you want a car,
To elevate your status
not take you far.

Even when you
obtain items that they tell you,

youth defy words
but imitate deeds
so it matters little who they’ve heard
but most those they see
behaviorally
they’re reflective
not introspective
hence role models
are what we
should aim to be
this is key
to the need