Category : Poems

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I want my poems to be the hands that lift sad little girls and boys up and throw them high into the sweat sky.

I want them to be the handkerchief that dries auntie's tears every time she cries. 
I want them to be a stage on which lesbians and gays can freely stand, and a tree of knowledge and understanding that the unlearned ones can easily climb and pick fruits from. 

Although for me they're nothing but a catharsis, I hope they will aid someone else who's emotionally lethargic. 
I want my poems to conceive more Maries so we might be gifted with more Jesusies;
That way the saviour's race could easily be varied, 
And there wouldn't have to be a conflict over what colour Jesus Christ is. 
I want my poems to be the mouthpieces through which Malcolm and Garvey speak;
Yes, I want to evoke the voices that once chased out paralysis from the souls of our people's feet. 
And, every time I open up my mouth wide, to do distribute a poem, I want to imbue hope in a hopeless child. 
To the black one, I wanna apportion precision and vision;
To the white one, influence and moral ambition; 
And to the native American, a native America. 
I don't want my poems to save souls; 
No, I want them to change lives. 
I want them build up unity and teardown strife. 

I want them to influence a new glance at world peace and, maybe, give humanity a new stance on humanity. 
That includes changing the ways in which we estol boys and mistreat girls,
And ensuring that all people are wealthy by creating and sustaining a free world. 
I want my poems to shine bright in every black night.