night or morning

Are you more of a night or morning person?

These days it is both.

Making up time past spent

Taking up space in the rooms I’m in.

Planning and setting goals for prosperity

While I clench at my tightened chest

Filled with anxiety.

Late nights orchestrating and motivating my progeny,

Early mornings rising to beat the sun to earn a salary.

That meets my needs, and some wants,

Supplements for every expense,

From edge control, insoles and AP Exam fees,

Palpitations and flutters brings me back to loving on me.

Making sure I am the first one they see.

be the change you want to see

Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often?

i teach for the kids not seen and for the truths untold

Because two things can be true – it’s called perception

When using them as a weapon it’s call perspective.

I choose to see through many eyes, love a love that can love colorblind

See where you at and affirm the facts

That-perception is reality

Just because I don’t see like you there is no sentence

The mhmm’s and yeahs an honorable mention.

I can be more than one thing at varying degrees

Because it’s all 360

Just let me dream

To be the change I wanna see

away

Pillows around my body to assure rest

Surely somewhere there is a heart beating

Through the wiring and pangs of death

Will I always feel you with me?

Did you have to break me?

So terribly and deeply,

Pull at the scab blending, into skin.

The winding and melting of our limbs.

Guess you were a mate of my soul.

Hoped that you’d be mine to hold,

And keep just a little while longer.

Maybe if I were a little stronger,

I could sip from your glass have full,

Be the one to push when you pulled.

complete

don’t need you

and i want you

craving that emperor energy

a soft life where we can just be

you be you

and let me be me

watch the blessings flow so abundantly

feeding off this infinite energy

cups overflowing into one another

creating a sea of authentic creativity

where we don garments that bring us pleasure

synchronized tones and hue so vibrantly

told every where we go to keep shining

black love so brilliantly blinding

opening heavy eyes to see the essence of humanity

the original Adam and Eve

before the fruit

poisoned with a promise of truth

thinking it was a fair trade

unbeknownst to them a snare was made

against all odds they say it was fate

and here we meet

complete

joshua 1:9

You’ll find grace here because I’ve been in your place

You’ll find that I’m fit to tie shoes unlaced

Can empathize with every predicament

Can sympathize in whatever state your in

I know I don’t look like I’ve been to hell and back

Cried oceans of tears, almost drowned in my sorrow

My brood the only reason for waking up on the morrow

Wishing each gasp of air was my last breath

Beat my chest at God wanting Him to end it.

And he did

But I didn’t go out like no bitch

So there are no excuses

So here is the short and quick of it.

Know yourself, to thine own self be true

Become the person you’ve always wanted to

Be, have, and needed as a child and teen

Kill your inner victim, you’re your greatest enemy

Make peace with God and self, it’s time to fly free

Ask our fathers on the ancestral plane

To lead and guide you to victory and out of pain.

You’re not a child, stop taking unnecessary risks.

You’re a man now, stop putting up with your own shit.

Be the parent your child would be proud to have

Be the partner and lover who secures the bag

It’s all so very simple but you’d rather make it hard

Only night reveals who you really are.

Shine bright king, you’re the captain of your ship,

on to other harbors, you’re well equipped.

Tap in and don’t take another sip or inhale

Until you’ve set the intention to prevail.

*Joshua 1:9 – Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”

111

Shit just hit me like a ton of bricks

I’ve been healing so long that I’m feeling sick

And tired of being sick and tired

All those who’ve applied have been fired.

The turnover is out of control

For a lovergirl who’s out on parole

One one one

One for the money

One for the love of my life

One last dance to the beat and this rhyme

Of melancholy, betrayals and deception

Knowing my ancestors are my protection

Spirit guides don’t fail me now

I’m the captain of this ship

Universe let’s take a bow

Karmic debts been paid.

It’s time to cash out.

i want you to see me

i want you to see me

grounding and inspiring, my heart has not been the same 

since we last exchanged

laughs, words, dreams and thoughts

still longing for what i thought we were – ought

to be and meant to be

more than memory

i can feel your pull from so far away

never feeling your touch, i wish you had stayed.

yet you tried to fight for me while telling me to go

you had no time to communicate 

with someone whose words came too slow.

i felt so inadequate. 

lacking the the words and phrases 

to articulate all my moons waves and phases.

yet where you are is where you should be.

i fear that i could never be…

enough. 

although i want so much

am i digging in the dirt?

scavenging for scraps 

when i should tend to my own garden

sew my own patch

work-ing on me

with words i release this anxiety 

that feels it would ease 

if you could just see

me.

kids got problems too

Most of my problems in high school stemmed from my parents issues. This had the greatest impact on my lack, failures and success in high school. I wished my teachers knew this. How my parents fought over me and my own desire to stay at my high school instead of transferring to another school. The familiarity and trajectory that I was on would have ensured my success. One parent thought that I would have a better education at the new school. I was registered at two schools and that tug of war landed me in a school where I felt alone and experienced racism in a way I hadn’t before.

Describe something you learned in high school.

Titus Kaphar – The Cost of Removal

I would like to share with you the wonder and works of Titus Kaphar. Kaphar is a amazing artist and I have created a lesson activity to supplement U.S. History units about Indian Removal, Andrew Jackson, Jacksonian Era, and Trail of Tears. I teach these topics through the lens of American Settler Colonialism using Dr. Muhammad’s Culturally and Historically Responsive Literacy Framework. Please click here to access of Teachers Pay Teachers FREE download.

Lady

Bunny opened up her favorite app as she walked towards the door to get her order. Margarita’s consommé de pollo and empanadas con bistec were top in her cart. She scrolled upon an interview of Ms. Maya Angelou describing her childhood. From being abandoned as baby, then rescued as a child to being raised by her grandmother. Ms. Angelou speaks of her mother so deeply and radically. She loved her and as an old woman , Ms. Angelou had processed this paradox.

She would, like Ms. Angelo call her Lady. Similar to the space opera, science fiction novel she read about an orphaned child. Last night, for the first time, she spoke aloud to her father, the pain of being abused by Lady mother. Kweku, her stepfather, had been a steady shoulder under the tempest of Lady mother and Fredrick.

Birthed into the monsoon of a Black girl growing up a military brat during the Jim Crow era. So of course she was cruel. Lady mother said it was the only way to make her great, all things considered. Lady thought Nana Mae sold out when marrying that cold hearted man. Poor Papa Jimmy did know that most of the damage was already done before he arrived.

ajima

We lived in what felt like the IE. But in the San Gabriel Valley just south of the 210. There was a Smith’s grocery store and a Guitar Center across the street. She liked Smith’s, it was a wide white grocery store with the tall grocery carts she could ride under. And on the street that led to her apartment complex, there was a pizza shop.

No one really knows how this relationship came to be but a few days spent on the pinball machine of the dining space became a regular. And if she were to really think about it, maybe Ronnie left her there under the watchful eye of Ajima.

Ajima wore a light blue floral house dress white a white apron. It was never dirty but just mussed up to know that she was a disciplined and hard working woman. Sometimes Snuggles would have a slice of pizza, one of Ajima’s son’s ran deliveries, the other worked the counter, and Vince tinkered somewhere in the back. Vince was so elusive, waist length jet black hair draped like a rocker.

But one day Ajima’s boys came by the house, which never happened. Lonnie told her to say he wasn’t there. Door propped open, she saw a look in Sam’s eyes that she’d never seen before.

He must owed them money, like everyone else. Was she a pawn? A way to get by? A singing handsome father, raising a daughter whose mother had abandoned and abused her once again. Yes he was Superman, coming to save the day. This time she found him, after she made so many calls to disconnect numbers and her paternal grandmother. It could have been worse, to believe a man with an “S”, isn’t just a man of many shirts.

Truth in love.

Are you a leader or a follower?

I am a leader who speaks truth in love

I am a woman whose heart’s filled with love

I am a mother who loves her children deeply

I am a teacher who never stops believing

I am a sister who fills in some of the gaps

I am a friend who wipes tears and laughs

I am a forever student who is always learning

I am a professional, morale merits earnings

I am a child who needs love and attention

I am a soul who’s divinely protected