Poetry

It’s the little things
Not diamond rings
Expensive digs
Or shiny wigs
Not money spent
Nor places you went
The little things
Like shower songs he sings
With you on his mind
That special effort to be gentle and kind… Read the rest

I’ve seen them
Angry misleaders
People cheaters
The bottom feeders
Those who
Resent the honest
Hate and envy the true
Feeling you’re taking
Acclaim they’re due
Is this you?
What some call
Haters
Fakers
Infiltrators
Insecure attention seekers
Needy instigators… Read the rest

Our history didn’t begin
With slavery
Under the yoke
Of Arab and European knavery
No one favored me
With the truth
Of our bravery
From whence we came
Our true culture and history
Or our true names
It’s a shame… Read the rest

For the darker hue
It remains like slavery of olden days
At any moment
One’s dearest could be
Sold away
Or their existence
Stole away
Heartache wrenched from smiles
On a day
Begun with sunshine
Defiled…
Each moment lived
Pregnant … Read the rest

Mama, where my daddy?

He should have been here long ago

Baby I know and I’ll try to explain

Why he just couldn’t show

But Mama, does Daddy love me?

Child you know he do

Truth be told son

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MAMA (2025)

by Kevin "Rashid" Johnson

You know all my
Faces
My every shade
My light and dark spaces
The brick beds I've made
On which I've laid
You've endured me
When I try you
Defy you
Test you
But