no punting
i.
they came with hard boots--
the kind perfect for necks;
and a chest
with embossed crest--
ii.
I’m so up for next;
broke-- but there ain’t
no crutches left;
def; enveloped by enemies
without depth
and a wasteland on their waistband;
iii.
talk growth
and they look at you
like you a spaceman;
they’ll look you in your face-- blam!
iii.
head spinning like the world;
had to quit clamming
to get to the pearls;
I’m up;
I’m next--
I’m fresh;
iv.
I love life--
each breath
feels like a lie confessed;
it’s truth I seek;
protect the meek;
v.
no injustice shall go unpunished;
last day out,
first day in:
rock em in the face
and ask who run it
I’ll always go for it on 4th down
I ain’t gonna let my gravestone read:
he punted.
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Mr. President, Dr. Biden, Madam Vice President, Mr. Emhoff, Americans and the world: When day comes we ask ourselves, 'where can we find light in this never-ending shade, the loss we carry, a sea we must wade?'
"We've braved the belly of the beast, we've learned that quiet isn't always peace. And the norms and notions of what just is isn't always justice. And yet the dawn is ours before we knew it, somehow we do it. Somehow we've weathered and witnessed a nation that isn't broken, but simply unfinished.
"We, the successors of a country and a time where a skinny Black girl descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president only to find herself reciting for one. And yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine, but that doesn't mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect. We are striving to forge our union with purpose. To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and conditions of man. And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us, but what stands before us. We close the divide, because we know to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside. We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another. We seek harm to none and harmony for all.
"Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true: that even as we grieved, we grew; that even as we hurt, we hoped; that even as we tired, we tried; that we'll forever be tied together victorious, not because we will never again know defeat but because we will never again sow division. Scripture tells us to envision that 'everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree and no one shall make them afraid.' If we're to live up to our own time, then victory won't lie in the blade but in all the bridges we've made.
"That is the promise to glade, the hill we climb if only we dare it, because being American is more than a pride we inherit – it's the past we step into and how we repair it.
"We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation rather than share it, would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy. And this effort very nearly succeeded. But while democracy can be periodically delayed, it can never be permanently defeated.
"In this truth, in this faith we trust for while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us. This is the era of just redemption we feared at its inception.
"We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour, but within it we found the power to author a new chapter, to offer hope and laughter to ourselves. So while once we asked 'how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe,' now we assert: 'how could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?'
"We will not march back to what was, but move to what shall be: a country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free. We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our enaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation. Our blenders become their burdens but one thing is certain: If we merge mercy with might, and might with right, then love becomes our legacy in change, our children’s birthright. So let us leave behind a country better than the one we were left. With every breath from my bronze-pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one. We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the west, we will rise from the winds swept north, east where our forefathers first realized revolution. We will rise from the lake-rinsed cities of the midwestern states. We will rise from the sun-baked South. We will rebuild, reconcile, and recover in every known nook of our nation and every corner called our country, our people diverse and beautiful will emerge battered and beautiful.
“When day comes, we step out of the shade, aflame and unafraid. The new dawn blooms as we free it. For there is always light if only we’re brave enough to see it, if only we’re brave enough to be it."
Amanda Gorman, the nation's first national youth poet laureate, made history Wednesday as the youngest inaugural poet in U.S. history. 1/20/21
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Bantu Knots & Butterflies: A Written Reflection
In November of 2018, I opened up a Google Document on my phone and began to fill it with poetry. I wrote deeply about the things I felt most passionate about. I wrote about being Black. I wrote about being a woman. I wrote about my struggles with spirituality, religion, and the connection with my ancestors that I’ve so deeply longed for. I knew that it was the beginning of something worthwhile. Now in 2021, I’m pleased to officially announce my first poetry book entitled, “Bantu Knots & Butterflies: A Written Reflection.” Bantu knots are a traditional African hairstyle—they are representative of my truth as a negress and what I hold deep in my heart. Butterflies are my journey—as many of you may know, a butterfly lives in a cocoon until it is ready to spread its wings and fly. Consider this book my first flight...
I’d like to thank my friend David Jones for writing such a lovely foreword. I’d also like to thank my friend Taylar Enlow for inspiring my passion to create and for being a wonderful mentor and big sister.
You can purchase it using the link. You can also read excerpts from the book on my site as well.
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when you decide to learn the lesson
you will stride towards progression.
but until then, from within
there’s only riots + protestin.
the universe hitting ya line but you steady decline the message, cause you
busy at war with yourself + you are the deadliest weapon.
you are number one so why do you put yourself second?
why do you get the leftovers of all your love + affection?
why do you question your blessings?
always caressing aggression?
why do you simply choose to ignore peace + always pick stressing
but that’s just my little session...
i mean you are my reflection.
be sure to step into this next level with all your protection.
you should bloom, full moon, but lately you been a crescent.
but your sun could never shine if you focusing on fluorescent.
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“everyday is day 1”
i heard the words:
“it’s not going to happen overnight.”
and a thousand more tears
rushed from my eyes — aching.
i’ve seen so many nights
and knew it wasn’t going to happen.
to cry some more
is for the many more nights
ahead
where it may happen …
where i may heal
all because
i knew it wasn’t going to happen
over and in one
night.
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