Flies of Freedom
A fly, buzzing around the room
She exists because of her sound
For if she emitted no hum,
Who would know she is there?
Your thoughts consume her noise
A swipe of the hand and she leaves for a moment
When she returns, the buzzing continues
However the busying continues as well
Until the fly lands on your arm
And all of a sudden, her noise consumes your thoughts
Now, the fly is more than a sound
Now, the fly is the sensation
Now, the fly is real.
There is a problem in this country
It exists because of its outcries
For if no one cried out about it,
Who would know it was there?
You don’t pay attention
Your thoughts consume it's noise
And go back to your banal routine
That doesn’t remove the issue
The outcries are now louder than ever
However your cycle remains uninterrupted
Until the problem reaches your town
Now, the problem is more than a sound
Now, the problem is the sensation
Now, the problem is real.
Trayvon Martin, Florida
Elijah McClain, Colorado
Breonna Taylor, Kentucky
George Floyd, Minnesota
Robert Fuller, California
Malcolm Harsch, California
Toyin Salau, Florida
Riah Milton, Ohio
Dominique Fells, Pennsylvania
These souls and many more souls should have been significant to me beyond the outcries of their destruction which so disturbed my selfish, mundane existence
It wasn’t until the death of
Marcus Carr, Nevada
Evil Inclination
I dream of what I can become
But never face reality and overcome
My life is nothing but horror
Which I am told to live and fight with honor
With what do I fight is what I fear
Without swords or shields?
I have a shell which traces my figure
Telling me what to do and I quiver
My lip as I am not fond of being told
What to do or what to hold
In this hand which I call mine
But really is from the great divine
I fantasize of being older
Will I still remember
What it's like to be a bas melech
Or will I surrender
My sword my shield, will they leave my side?
Is it possible to lose pride?
And faith in God
Wait, where has my mind gone?
I'm here aren't I
Have I skipped my life in one moment
I have a mind that will always be opened
To the world in which I breathe
But that's not what I preach
I say bless the Lord
But the rock inside me still burns
With envy that I take into my urn
"When will it die?"
Is what I rely
But it may be a lie
Within me within others
That we fight with
To hold up our heads
High with jealousy
And overlooking
Please just get out if me
There's only one of me