HEALING
Love, the way we know it:
we’re on fire throw
oil on it
I ain’t ready for gold
or HEALING
They will not respect your
Bigness
And you must not kill them
Even though that is so instinctive
We owe ourselves love
We mourn under red light to
feed the violence sitting in time out near the pancreas
never knowing where to place power
Well, power is nothing when it ain’t shit
I Said Yeah, Right
You should be an English teacher.
That is what my first Black English teacher
Told me.
I said yeah, right
And here I am, almost something like an English teacher
A black English teacher
not even trying to teach
English, but Ebonics.
Now, I know what I’ve learned up until this point:
Always listen to black women who look at you like they know what they
Talking about
You can know if the energy from a look
You receive
Is genuine