Protect Your Vision

I experienced something this week, something that reminded me why I gave up on my dreams so many times before. Well I’ll be honest, I found many reasons to quit, but there is one particular reason I’m speaking about today, and that’s opposition. op·po·si·tion ˌäpəˈziSH(ə)n/ noun resistance or dissent, expressed in action or argument. “there…

The Long Run Home Pt. 4

The Long Run Home Part Four Georgia, When I began writing this letter, I had doubts on whether or not this would in fact find its way into your hands. Then I thought about how clever you are, and how diligent you’ve been with all the neatly stacked skeletons in your closet. I mean, you…

Ancestors by Ebony Sowells

As I step into the morning, I breathe in, pulling every ounce of oxygen circulating from within. With a deep inhalation, I allow my belly, then lungs, then head, to fill with the gift, often polluted and defiled, through the makings of man. I raise my hands to the sky, and I greet the sun,…

The Long Run Home Pt. 3

The Long Run Home Part Three   What on earth is that little Hussy doing here? What dealings could she possibly have with BJ Benjamin? A cold sweat is beginning to form at my temples as the teapot I’m filling with water starts to overflow. I don’t care; I just keep peeking through the tiny…

Dear Aquarius II

When I decided to add this section to my blog, I really didn’t anticipate adding anything to it often. There was a time when I read my horoscope daily for a long time, but then I stopped. Honestly, a lot of what you read in a horoscope can be applied to anyone. I can’t say…

Times Are Dark, Stay Awake – Reading List

I’ve had a few people ask me about what books to read in order to gain more understanding about the hidden topics behind the black race. I’ve found the perfect list on Left-Bank.com, and have added a few more from those suggested to me. I feel it’s important to know your culture’s history, and know…

This Little Light of Mine

Who are we not to be dreamers? Who are we not to be lovers? Who are we not to be preachers and teachers? Who are we not to be pupils with a hunger for learning and knowledge that cannot be taught in a classroom? We are everything within the universe that is pure in love…

Frozen Clock

Beware black children, for time is frozen Shield yourselves from webs pre-woven White robes have morphed into gold badges they chase bizarre thrills like turning brown skin into black ashes Beware black children, for time is frozen Do not go traveling down roads pre-chosen. White robes have morphed into fine Italian threads overpopulating nine by…

Revolt

We sit across from one another in our weekly meeting, thoughts full of wrath. Our anger has slowly dissolved our confusion. They sit there, disingenuously smiling at us with pity and obligation. There is selfishness penetrating our silence; I’m talking silence in the truest essence of the word.  Through their privileged, blinding smiles, I can…

Heavy is the Heart of A Tired Soul

“To be a Negro in this country and to be relatively conscious is to be in rage almost all of the time.” – James Baldwin   Dearest Diary, I am tired. I am tired of bloodshed. I am tired of genocide. I am tired of gun violence. I am tired of hate crimes. I am…

Make Love To My Poetry by Chloe Scott

 Make love to my poetry             let the rhythm of the words      just         take you. Mold them into your soul,        and then open your thighs     to release them. All that sweetness within will engage itself into my body       and melt me within.                 Once you’ve made love to my poetry,                 our love…