Apr 25

Wings

there was a girl
who always wished
for wings,

she was earth bound
and maybe that wasn't
where she wanted 
to be because

on earth she 
was silent,
but maybe up 
in the atmosphere 
she could scream.

But wishes upon stars
do not come true 
so she remained
tethered to the ground,
silent.

now there is a 
not quite teenager 
who made her own wings 
out of paper and ink.

she is 
soaring now, 
and her pen flies over
the paper because

she can scream now
in this world she 
constructed out of 
paper, ink,
and her emotions,
raw and flesh.

the wishes upon
the stars did not 
come true so she 
made her own wings
and now finally she can fly.
 
Apr 24

Refugee Stories: Beyond the Frame

* I preformed this piece at Destination BVT

See the snapshots floating by
Of a girl with brightly colored eyes,
Amidst a nest of worn out scarves.

A man with his weary body,
His feet have walked a thousand miles,
To escape the place his past dwelled,
But for him there was no future.

A little boy on a cot,
His sleepy eyes shut
Dreaming of a place
Far away from where he is,
Though he’s known nowhere else in his life.

A young woman
Standing in the dust
Like millions of others
Driven here by who knows what.

But a picture can’t explain
All that goes on beyond its frames.

The girl with the brightly colored eyes
That keep us enchanted
Has seen more that someone her age
Should ever see,
They haunt her even in her dreams,
If you look close enough,
You can see the shadows
In her eyes.

The man with the weary eyes
Apr 24

Muslim



what is being muslim like?
it's fine, besides the occasional calls
for our genocide.

it's fine, besides the people
who say we are all terrorists.

it's fine, besides the people 
who cross sidewalks so they
don't have to be on the same side of 
the street as us.

it's fine, besides the people
saying my religion isn't a religion
and just an ideology. 

it's fine besides the extremists
that gave us a bad name 
and dragged our pride for our culture 
through the mud. 

it's fine, besides the fact 
that my nightmares consisit of me 
running through the woods,
hunted and persecuted.

it's fine, besides the fact 
that i have to be worried about my sister
and will she be bullied?

it's fine besides
the fact
that it's really not

#voices4change
Apr 24

All the Little Lights


All the little lights, 
twinkling in the city,
and I am only one.
I swirl through what seems like a million galaxies,
but I am only a speck in one.
My colors,
they bend and bring joy,
they reflect upon all who see them,
but I am only one.
I make this world a little brighter,
but I am only one. 
I have been places and seen
things that you could only ever dream of,
but I am only one.
I can tell you stories through thousands of centuries,
of lives lost, of souls healed,
of knowledge earned and knowledge lost,
of joy and anger and sadness,
of love and hate,
wisdom and foolishness,
great things and small ones,
summer days and winter nights,
the stars and the sun,
yet I am only one.
Reflect upon that.
I am only one,
one speck of light in the middle 
of billions of other ones.
The world can be a beautiful place
if you would only 
Apr 09

Things that can be broken

A list of things 
that can be broken
or crushed:

A promise
that is whispered
out of a mouth
that speaks only
half-truths,
even though 
it was the most important.

A trust
that they were 
for forever and after that,
as long as 
the sun and 
the stars.

A dream
of entwined hands
and warm laughter 
echoing deep into 
the night,
years and years
of shared glances.

A heart
so fragile underneath
the few inches of 
blood and flesh.
Crushed in half by
sleepy eyes, 
messy hair
and a mouth that speaks
only half-truths.




 
Mar 29

Another black kid


Another black kid's
blood paints the asphalt
this time in Sacramento.

22-year-old-Stephon Clark
armed with only his cellphone
and his skin making him
a target.

Many would call him an adult,
but in that moment
where you are laying on the pavement
bleeding, you are only a kid.

Helpless.

Another black kid's
future gets dashed at
the hands of another police
officer. 

Somewhere,
another black kid is being taught
at a young age 
how to deal with the police.

Pur your hands up in front of you
show them you don't have a weapon
only answer "yes sir" and "no sir".


Another black kid's 
face is going to paint
the news and outrage 
the public.

Another Trayvon
Another Aiyanna
Another Rekia
Another Micheal
Another Eric 
Another Tamir
Another John
Another Ezell
Mar 26

Why I marched


On Saturday March 24,
I marched in Montpelier 
with at least a thousand other people.

I marched.

I marched for 
the little boy 
deep in innercity Chicago
surrounded by guns
knowing someday
its inevitable 
that he's gonna get shot 
for the color of his skin.

I marched for 
my sister,
nine years old and 
she is the most happy
and playful 
person i know,
so she can grow without guns
in her future.

I marched for
the lost lives
little first graders
holding on so tightly 
to life with their gap-toothed smiles
and light up sneakers,
just to be shot down 
where they were 
supposed to learn.

I marched for 
the pride of 
a club named 
the orlando pulse
for the dancers who thought
gunshots were just
the beat of a song
in the one place they were 
supposed to be safe,
Mar 23

The Science of Desperation


how does a wall serve to unite
when the very imagination of it
is tearing us apart?

How does a wall keep us safe
when there are tunnels
and ladders?

You do not understand
how desperate people
will risk anything
for a chance.
of a better life in
a richer country.

Desperation will climb the boundaries
and break down the walls
in its way.

because people desperate to feed their
starving families do not
stop and turn around at the sight
of a wall.

A teenager who doesn’t want to live life
in fear of being gunned down
by gangs that roam the streets
will not stop in sight of a wall.

A mother trying to get her children
a better life will not stop at
the sight of a wall.

When will you know this?
This is the science of desperation,
the desperation that forces people
in the backs of eighteen wheelers
Mar 22

heartbeats

She is cradled, 
safe in her mothers arms, 
a barrier against
anything that would harm her.

He was there, mommy.
I saw him.
Why did they let him in?


He mother cries 
and won't answer her.
Won't look at her.

She looks around.
There is a faint beep echoing.
She is an ambulance,
hooked up to machines.
She looks down.
And she sees the blood 
on her shirt. 
Its her blood.

Mommy?
What happened?


And the beeping slowly flatlines.

He is cradled 
by the lullabies 
that his father used to sing to him
every night.

What happened?
My friend is on the ground.
Be quiet be quiet don't scream.

He hears the sobs.
He doesn't look up.
Lays face down on the 
white paved floor 
praying that the up 
and down of his chest isn't enough
Mar 17

Dear Stephen Hawking

Dear Mr. Hawking,
I'm sorry I didn't do this on Wednesday.
You died on Wednesday.
Albert Einsteins birthday,
to be precise.

When the news told us
that you were dead I 
stared at the screen in shock.

How can you not be 
on the earth anymore when 
in the span of my short life,
you always have been.

You were a famous scientist,
teaching us that the laws of physics
were beyond what we really imagined,
that black holes really weren't that 
"black" 

You thought that there 
were multiple worlds beyond
what we could see.

You were a hero,
because even though you were diagnosed
with ALS and confined to 
a wheelchair,
you did not let these things stop you.

You were a miracle,
because you survived ALS
decades longer than the doctors
told you that you would.

You were a miracle,

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