Whats for Dinner?  

We used to ask “what’s for dinner”
like we were investigating a homicide.
Mama’s alibi was “I’m too tired”.
The fridge confessed of empty shelves.
The air smelt of two-day old hunger.

I was six when … Read the whole text

*Yellow-Yellow Kiss Duh Fellow

You was young and wanted to tell
hell, you wanted to spill 

night secrets in dreams
all over your bodies.

 yellow-yellow…

You know this is what you wanted

a kissin on dat supple skin… Read the whole text

Freedom

 
We are free
But are we really?

Our bodies stuck in an unremitting trance,
The puppet master has let down and folded his hands,
And yet we continue to participate in this unabating dance.

Acting for them and … Read the whole text