Sankof Mafia: Book One

The most disappointing reality that I encountered upon arriving here was always how easily my brothers and sisters in this country can raise their hands to break, bend and kill the spirit, souls and vessels of their people without proper reasoning, but allow the same people who kill and oppressor them because of their beautifully melanated skin to roam free with their only response being a hashtag or a protest.

The Forgotten Book One: Chapter Four

A king with a crown,
An afro I call my own,
As I step, bend, rock, drop,
It stays firm and continues to float.

Its defiance of gravity,
Contradicts the science of gravity.

Surviving The Riptide

Riptide Book Two

The sound of sirens continued to fall from the television and into the atmosphere in a noisy manner, and I shook my head slightly knowing that it was the sign of another lost life, as sad as it was, it was reality, my people died every day simply because of their skin.

Picture Us

“You know these pictures show you how I see you,” I confessed the second I had returned to my designated spot.

“Really?” She asked as I gazed into the viewfinder once more.

“Yeah, because for me to prepare you to take the picture there has to be an image in my head,” I started.

CLICK!

“An image that has been formulated from my own perception,” I continued.

CLICK!

“From me seeing you over and over again. And from this image, I tell you how to sit among other things so you can reflect how I see you when you’re not here and I think of you,” I finished while watching as her face split into a shy smile through the viewfinder.

Beautiful.

Dear Women Of African Descent

Dear Women Of African Descent,

Does my melanin offend you?
Is the flesh manifestation of the sun and gold too much for your eyes?
Do I look too much like the person in the mirror that you seem to despise?

Your Reflection,
A Man Of African Descent.

Dear Men Of African Descent

Dear Men Of African Descent,

Does my melanin offend you?
Is the flesh manifestation of the sun and gold too much for your eyes?
Do I look too much like the person in the mirror that you seem to despise?

Your Reflection,
A Woman Of African Descent.

The Forgotten Book One: Chapter One

How can I be labelled as less than, when my blood carries the very essence of Kings and Queens?

How can I be labelled as less than, when I’m connected to the same sun that tells you to start your day?

I am Azizi.

I am God.

To The Love That I Have Died For

We hide away not in shame,

But in fear of what might happen,

What might happen if they see,
What might happen if they know what we feel,
What might happen if we were free,

Instead of us living like we’re trapped in the 1915s.

Dear Humans Book One

BARE

I wish not to be blinded from my image by daily distractions or excuses,

I want to love myself through every phase,

From every angle,

Until I see a reflection that was not built by society’s perception of perfection,

But by my own defining gaze,

I hope one day to see myself naked before society and the people around me clothed me

with their opinions and views.

I hope to look at myself in the mirror and say I see and understand you.

Honesty

The Forgotten Book One: Chapter Three

Why are the compliments that I direct at my people rooted in words of disrespect?

Isn’t it supposed to be common sense that the words I would never use to call my ancestors, my mama or my father should not be used to call a sister or a brother?

I am Keith.

I am captured.