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African Teeth(American Experience, Black America; 3/5/25 Claimed For Yeshua)

What do you see when you look at me?
A brown toned boy with African teeth.
I free can transcend all that is given to be seen;
‘African’ is limiting to me.

The land I am from,
The land of worked meat,
Before lions, then before sleep,
The keen thinking’s of
Thick queens, thin kings.

I was not stolen from this place,
But here I am enslaved,
Defined by my face,
Refined by last names.

"Osoro ne Asaase Wura!"

Crimes Against Humanity

A dust of wind, gust of dirt,
Everybody here has hurt,
A road on the wall, buildings
On the floor, mural is painted
With tears of the dead, water
In their heads, smokes on the bed,
The guns were fired, the bombs
Confetti went off, pop,
Party with fire dancers
Slipped in slip resistant feet,
Death’s symphonic orchestra
In the electric city,
The code of conduct went out
Of tune conducting shocking
Crimes,
Bullet proof chest got shot through,
They drowned wearing a floatee
When gods with their folded arms
Sat watching polluted seas
And the public’s ravished farm,
The muted songs of weeping
Children and disgraced women,
The screams and fears of brave men,
Guernica paints our sins

Poem 1

Next time you look at a spoon
Remember in some fields it becomes a balloon,
That can take you through roof and cloud to have this view.
You ain't sick but let's visit the dock too.

Wave to wave to wave, day rise, Seasons, through to Falls,
This is the mind waiting for sun colored leaves, green to brown to fall;
A rising tide lifts all boats, with waves we can't control,
Some assist the course where they roll and others crash us at the coasts;
So rise up now with this tune and gaze below at the crew
Workin' their ways by the sea, dry of troubles soon to be;
Workin' till the clouds rush about like drunken doves,
As the tongues of shades lick away sugared light
To inspire taste for dinnin' for gummy darkness bites
That swallow the day and busy morsels into the bellied night;
The workers working' the new wave of work
Through the waves and weary murk.

Melt

On her head rests the shining sky azure,
Defining what the earthen eyes assure:
Charm of a woman, grace of a child,
Seducing innocence, sensual smile;
Arousing playful passions made jejune,
I melt away as snow on Summer’s spoon.

Ravings(2023)

I.

(Read-Feel)
I escape the pages.
A whip of whim cuts the air.
Sister spoke, these wheels spin their yarn.
The mind like two kissing points of cones
Turns within the circumference.

Upround breathless,
Fraying on the foam,
My tongue is a cushion between two teethed blades
that have nerves when I clench my jaw.

Blood tears within my cheek; they
fail to taste and hence comes the humor. Conversations reach
the feet
clenching toes for their tension.

Only riddles are honest?

II.

We all feel a little little
In great feelings and size,
But everybody’s emotions
Claim the grandest lovings the prize.

The darkness is alone in me,
Not alone in me but in all life,
Longing for friendly love
That will set it free,
Filling its emptiness with the light
Of Divine Warmth

Sweet, said with a lisp;
I speak with listless anxious bliss.

The moment is bland.
Can soup, raw yams
For this table of times feedings.

III.

Cannot witness the worm devoured
Scorning oxygen's skin.
No conscious knitting takes place;
Tattering is the ritual.
Room without windows,
Shiny nothing dilates the moment.
Cerebral cereal without milk,
Hand without spoonfuls of skill
Rests as if on a table without a bowl.
Lives fade away before decay.

IV.

Bakery, meat or dairy headphoned in your own world.
Not sure if you'll marry, but the aisles enjoy your walk.
Dance like a fairy and ignore the moving carts;
Waltz, skip, move your arms, spin;
Dance for you're alive,
In every movement, foot taps to light grins.

V.

To speak the taste
Between the cup and the lips?
Now comes time for a sip.

Hot it spills on the back of a hand
And crawls less scaldingly to the front
Like the hiss between the teeth
When it touches the tongues tip.
Looking at the front and back
Of the hand
Does not describe how the hand
Was made to feel difference.

The mind refuses to float
On the surface with the leaves.
As the head
Moves back
The nose that is out of view
Smells the tea.

Ma:
I’m no slave to my stove,
But a servant to my daughter,
She is half of my soul,
The rest is for the cake batter.

The trust is in our strife
That has sheltered us every year;
Born days will loosen gripes
To turn our silence to cheers.

I use the knife to slice
A piece of her inner tension;
Rich is young sugars life
That I’ve cared for with attention.

Baby girl how you’ve grown
To calm #childhoods loving fire,
At times you seem so cold,
But indifference is a liar.

Yahweh Saves 66:12-13
"I will extend peace to her like a river... you will nurse and be carried on her arm and dandled on her knees. As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you.'-Gender Tender, Yeshua-Sama

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