Bullets & Lace: ahsekspeaks

Saturday, June 6, 2020

still...

We recognize
That time
Stands still
As bells ring
For freedom
For truth
For resolution
A revolution
That was televised in color
Taped
Recorded
Looping
And then delayed
Without honor
Spreading death
Like coronavirus
Bullets bleed
The sky
And screams
Are muffled
Into concrete
With knees on knecks
Heavy as chains
Like shackles on feet
Blood flows
Across statelines
As land mines
Are activated
Followed by
Sheriff cars
And police sirens
We recognize
The inadequacy
And inequalities
Still
We want peace
Restitution
And our fair share
Of reparations
Generations and generations
Of planning and resolve
Correct
We are not
Our ancestors
We will rise up
We will speak loud
We will stand our ground
And we will fight proud
So
There will be
Justice
For us
And justice
By us
Say her name
Say his name
Black
Lives
Matter

Saturday, May 23, 2020

in the beginning

tongue kisses
laced
with eroticism
eyes never did lie
we became tangled
like conversations chased
with please and maybeand then
smooth like melted caramel and chocolate
hazelnut
something Krispy and sweet
butheavy like the hand that feeds
trying to decide what is it that
we really need
so seductive yet
silent like a cool breeze
we become contradictions
spaces and apostrophes
hyphenated and closed caption
imaginations
allow room for misconceptions
what we have
this is clear
with intention
and perfect interpretation

Wednesday, April 29, 2020

quarantine mood...

thinking of the last time
I cried
it's been a minute
Looking at clouds ☁️
I become solid
Like time that stands still
The silence that pounds heavy on my heart
Translates into art
Bleeding poems and pictures
A rabbit hole
shall we go deeper?
Escaping reality is bliss
anything but this
an explosion of
caged and covered faces
with masks and shelter-in-place orders
worlds are shifted
spirits hang low
damn
who knew how far
this would go
becoming
so intense
like a chess game in stale mate
waiting for the officials to be official
and give an official word
like everything is going to be ok
yet
nothing will ever be the same
secrets and truths
have been unearthed
no matter how deep we buried those bones
however
this is not a time
for pity
rather
it is a time
for healing
for peace
for compassion
the internal pain
has physically manifested itself
but the external love
penetrates deep
which allows for forgiveness
there is no shame
there is no blame
only response and reaction
stay alert
stay safe
stay strong
stay alive
well meet again
when we're allowed to
be back outside...
together