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​I found her covered in open wounds, that were bandaged with insecurities. 

The pain of the past often bleeds out in shouts, and tears of the soul that judge what my intentions were about. 

False thoughts that are caught, but never grasped. 

You see.. Love is a task, that we often treat as a hassle. Conditioned to believe it is conceived from princesses, and castles. 

But Disney is fiction, and I’m afraid you don’t comprehend the diction in which my actions speak. 

A war that I may be destined to lose, because my heart is marked as the enemy, when it’s fighting to beat for you. 

Will this ship ever reach the shore? Because we need solid foundations. And I need you to see that the dirt on my hands is from me planting seeds, in hopes that we will grow. 

Are we a flower that sprouts on a warm day in the middle of winter? 

Right place, wrong time. 

And as I read between these lines, maybe it’s my ego holding you for this art, not my heart. 

Maybe you were right.




You’re the proof that angels are real.  Wings that not only shield, but inspire me to soar higher. I pray to attain shoulders as strong as yours, and a spirit that’s as humble.

Black, Woman.

In a world that dishonors its Mother, I’m in awe of your wonder. Thriving no matter where you’re planted, even in the most unfavorable conditions, you can’t be uprooted. Beautiful flower, your presence is a blessing I too often forget to thank the heavens for.

I couldn’t have asked God for a more glorious dawn.

Happy Mothers Day, Ma.

To: Wendi Nichols Gregory




As I view the dark clouds being carried in by the wind

I wonder what distant lands they traversed

Which fish lost some of its home

Who’s shade they provided from the sun’s rays

How pure they must have been in the beginning

Before existence filled them with unasked for duties

How heavy they look now, filled with burdens

Grumbling, it seems, as they enter in

Their strength must have shattered, or pride laid to the side

As their burdens begin to fall

What a gift their tears are, to all who catch them

Such a sacrifice, to carry pain, in order to give


“But ask the beasts, and they will teach you; the birds of the heavens, and they will tell you; or the bushes of the earth, and they will teach you; and the fish of the sea will declare to you. Who among all these does not know that the hand of the Lord has done this? In his hand is the life of every living thing and the breath of all mankind.” – Job 12:7-10

The Straight and Narrow, It’s Hard to be Gay There


I often wonder how life would be if we were free.

If gravity and broken wings no longer existed.

If beauty, joy, and laughter never faded.

The key to these cages, are said to exist within the mind.

Religions seem to darken the shades already covering the eyes of the blind.

Are the streets of gold too holy for the feet of a weary soul to touch?

Is He who is said to be the embodiment of love, too proud of a judge,

to forgive his delinquent children for dropping the cup, which contains the blood,

spilling the communion, leaving a smudge

On these earthly clothes

Aren’t we all stained by pain, handling it in different ways?

Drugs, indulging in chocolate,

A world full of slaves, desiring to escape.

The straight and narrow, its hard to be gay there,

The wages of being broken is death, thats why I didn’t stay there.

The path was too cold, so I took Frost’s advice,

And stepped on the one less traveled.

Found out God’s only word is Love, guess he’d lose a game of Scrabble.

The game the world invented.

Built on men’s decisions.

Rooted in false perceptions of perfection.

And not to mention: the ultimate deception is to believe that the Creator’s love mimics ours,

Based on conditions.

My wings aren’t so broken.

Sometimes I just fly in the wrong direction.

Then God breathes, pointing me back to heaven.

I used to wonder how life would be, if we were truly free.

Eternity opened my eyes, it was nothing but a dream.

The Shore



Is life a desert?

Surrounded by mirages, even reality seems false.

If I had known giving myself up to love came at a cost,I would’ve opted to buy the off brand versions: alcohol, sex, and smoking.

There’s no escape from hurting, these white picket fences really got us entrapped in hell.

The American Dream, a ponzi scheme.

A well with no water, yet we continue to lower the bucket as if it’ll be full when we pull it back up.

So much faith we have in lies, but in time we’ll have to face that we’ve been tied to the same chains that brought us here.

Hung us here.

But, rather than our bodies, our minds are the new victims of genocide.

If I had known giving myself to love came at a cost, honestly I’d give more.

I endured the stormy seas, so I’d appreciate the shore. 

Time, Where Do You Flow?


Time, where do you flow?

An endless ocean, with no shore.

So where is it, that I go?

Forever being pushed by a current,

with no reason to set my sail.

No lighthouse for this vessel,

no dock for it to dwell.

Maybe my destination, is simply you.

To rest on your gentle waves.

Time, where do you flow?

Wherever the Wind may blow.



“This place is …

“This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.”