Didn’t I…



He wasn’t appreciated much
most artist ain’t.
With his fur collar, pimp stroll—
hair slick back
smooth mouth…know how make yo hips move
put you in a mood,
where you don’t wanna to get out of yo feelings.


Something Like That

My mother says I need to get out more

stop confining myself in the space

of four white walls

mistaken comfort

but this is what I call safe.

You’re the Real MVP

I have opened myself to being

vulnerable—and I thank you.

For teaching me to swallow the

good and the bad.

You have taught me too be brave

at everything I do.


Bad Mind

Trying to take refuge in a body
waring itself to live
with a mind getting too comfortable with death
your tongue clutching onto survival.


Sitting in empty

thinking how I just

want to be enough

for you,  a place to call



RIP Rashawn Brazell

They come in smiles
and call themselves friends of yours.
Careful, of devils.