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Possessions.

5 s's.

1 meaning.

That belongs to me.

A selfish act,

In a selfish world.

Where selflessness is seldom found.

And cell phones seldom leave the comfort of our hands.

iPhone.

Android.

They're all the same.

A selfish phone.

With a selfish name.

iPhone.

My phone.

Not yours.

Or theirs.

‘til the bitter end.

It’s mine, so depart.

My once called friend.

My need for you has long since past,

The filthy shadow.

That my front camera.

And Instagram likes cast.

Possessions 5 s's.

1 meaning.

#poetry #spoken word #possessions

As words pass through our bleeding lips.

Cut by the sharpness of the words themselves.

Preaching hate, not love,

That's on a shelf.

Where the dust layer forms,

And the wisdom is forgotten.

Malcolm X.

Ghandi.

Replaced by instagram likes.

On a selfie.

They are all forgotten.

We overlook them.

Like figures of the past.

When it is the past that forms us.

Makes us.

Creates us.

A net is cast.

Over the "free".

Now trapped, they feel.

And trapped, they are.

Speaking like Yoda.

A war of the star.

Until their life passes away.

As a shooting star.

Bleeding lips.

Cut by the words that pass through them.

#poetry #spoken word #bleeding lips

White.

The purest colour with the bloodiest past.

But we pray so hard until the memories pass.

Forgetting the thoughts whites cast.

The third reich, the KKK I could speak all day.

Until my voice fades away.

About oppression,

And repression.

Let's be honest,

Afros are like trees,

Where beautiful thoughts go to nest,

The purest thoughts of the motherland,

Who can bench press more?

Our fathers? No.

Our mothers can.

Ambition.

Nurturing.

Pain.

And more.

The mothers are our all.

White or black.

They are our all.

An african life is worth the same as a life united.

In the kingdom.

England.

Colonising that which is not necessary to colonise.

Tea.

Minerals.

Minerals of conflict.

Conflict minerals.

Tungsten.

Tin.

Gold.

And more.

Free the Congo.

Give them more.

Throw your words so high

That they claim they rest above their heads.

As if stars exist anywhere else.

#poetry #spoken word #africa #congo #mothers

Celebratory Drinks w // Bae. (at Duck & Waffle)

Duck & Waffle #thirdwheel (at Duck & Waffle)

#thirdwheel

So Seductive. #DoItForThePizza feat. @pollyann_a (at Greenwich Park)

#doitforthepizza

Saturday Mornings At Work Consist Of Breakfast.

@pollyann_a Looks Like A Piece Of French Art. I Don't Even Know What That Means. But It Sounds Provocative.

Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost, No birth, identity, form--no object of the world. Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing; Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain. Ample are time and space--ample the fields of Nature. The body, sluggish, aged, cold--the embers left from earlier fires, The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again; The sun now low in the west rises for mornings and for noons continual; To frozen clods ever the springs invisible law returns, With grass and flowers and summer fruits and corn. (at Greenwich Meridian Line)