Category Archives: Poetry

10 Minutes

I remember
The dim lights of the lamppost
The thick aroma of nicotine sticks
The blaring sound of sirens
Followed by the ambulance
Throttling through red lights in a hurried fashion
The deliberate crawl of a patrol car
With its profiling eyes
Unabashedly shifted in our direction

I remember
The crowd
Huddled together
Just outside of the building
Passionately
Discussing
Debating
Animated hand gestures
Fluctuating tones
As the conversation
Effortlessly shifted
From topic to topic

I remember
The interruptions
By invisible beaten souls
Passing by
Stopping
Long enough to make a simple request
Preceded by an elaborate story
Of unfathomable circumstance
“You got some change you can spare?”
“You got a cigarette I can borrow?”
“You got a cellphone I can use?
Just before they drifted
Back into the dark shadows

I remember
The tacit acknowledgment
Of old Jim Crow laws
As the same pig as before slithered by
Hiding behind the flood light
His message?
Too many “Nigg*rs” congregating
In one location

I remember
Dispersing
To the rhythmic sounds
Of hand slaps
Brief hand shakes
Man hugs
Two finger salutes
Honest head nods
and the words
“Stay up brother”
“Be safe out there aight”
As we quietly walked to our cars
In pairs

I remember
Him,
Drifting in from nowhere
Just as I was getting ready to open my door

I remember
Conversing,
For ten minutes
Time stood still
The interruptions ceased
The sirens stopped blaring
The pigs stopped profiling
And we stood there
Pouring out our soul
Before parting ways

I remember
Every single word
We shared
Life
Love
Fatherhood
Homelessness
Education
Joblessness
America
And his first love

I remember him saying
This is the first time
He’s felt human in months
The first time
Anyone has listened in years
The first time
He hasn’t felt hopeless
In forever

I remember
Every single word
But I can’t remember him
I can’t remember his eyes
His complexion
His height
His weight
His mannerisms
I can’t even remember
The sound of his voice

..and still
I recall his story of survival
When the going gets tough

..and still
I wonder
If he’s out there

..and still
I wonder
If I would I recognize him
When we crossed paths again

..and still
I wonder
Has his life made a turn
For the better
Like they always do in those tear jerking movies

It was only ten minutes
But it was long enough
To leave a lifetime impression

I think about him often
Pray for him daily
Send positive energy
Into the Universe
Hoping it will somehow
Make its way
To him,
The man,
Whose soul spoke to me
Whose face I can’t remember
Because he was invisible

Free Dream

My dream,
Is to be free

Unbranded
Without shackles
Without chains
Free

No labels
Not defined by skin tone
Or height
Or weight
Free

Not defined by what I wear
Or my hair
Or shoes
Or income
Or degrees
Or any of societies’ definitions
Of success
Free,
And blissfully unaware of the existence of boxes

My dream
Is to be free

Basking in God’s eternal glow
Naked
Unmasked
Uncovered
No ulterior motives
Or hidden agendas
Free

No pressure to fit my square block
Into your round system
Of incomplete half truths
Free
And able to “BE” the “ME” that God created “ME” to “BE”

My dream
Is to be free

Free to like you
To compliment you
Without a misunderstanding
Without a misinterpretation of my intent
Free

To converse with you
Regardless of our different beliefs
Race
Class
Caste
Free

To see and be seen
Without the baggage of stereotypes
Or preconceived notions
Or the endless comparisons
To “YOUR” past failures
Followed by the constant reminders of why
I will fail to achieve my dreams
Free
From the oppression of your negativity

My dream
Is to be free

From the unyielding pressure of the rat race
From the insatiable pursuit of more
From keeping up with the Joneses
From the reality of living check to check
From credit card debt
From student loan debt
From high priced cars
From upside down mortgage loans
Free
From the allure of the American dream

My dream
Is to be free

To live life fearlessly
To share my gifts unconditionally
To love you perfectly
Free
And able to “ACCEPT” the “ME” that God created “ME” to “BE”

My dream
Is to be free
My Freedom
Starts with ME

December 7

You dropped a bomb
On my unsuspecting heart
Like it was Pearl Harbor

The reaction,
Atomic
The effects,
Everlasting

My life
Forever changed
Yeah; Love Can Do That

Forever