The problem with healing myself is that I didn’t do it for you, so I’ve lost your support. I get emancipated from your compassion. You ride away from my aspirations and just keep going until you’ve justified in yourself that my life isn’t my right.

Thank you to hard times you were more friend to me than I was to you

Racism’s heartbeat will never cease to exist, I gotta keep my black children in poems, book, episodes of desire to bring them to life. Their legacy is safer while their existence... undocumented

I need you to remember; clashing my oceans with your lava became a prime reason why we couldn’t see it happening... but we continued to let billows of smoke distract us in minimizing the trueness of our element. And what are we now? Are we who we were?

...We fall down, because the sky is above us. We will rise up because the ground is beneath us. But.We will never know the translations of the words spoken by our black skin. We call the language oppression, the country it comes from is called Brusied, the god that created us is called Spiteful, the intentions of being black is called knowing survival. The beauty of being black is not yet known....

If you just stop worrying God gonna pick us up in his Cadillac. Just wait on him. We not gonna be stranded forever.

ER visits for asthma attacks weren’t enough to prepare me for wanting to lose my life.

I want to see your creativity make my depression shut the fuck up...

Death no longer shocks me, I’ve always prepared for death... you know the rest...... my death never let me finish.

Nigga you could never be called Jeremiah because your skin is always the first impression.