Read Poetry: DO NOT DISTURB, by Shartiera Wilkerson

Every flower isn’t for your harvest
I been soul searching for the longest
Only to find that my soulmate is me
Self acceptance is the greatest blessing
In every room I shut down I show up as me
I know you are enticed
I know I changed your life
I know you are draining mine
So…
Do not disturb
Leave her where she is
You can’t handle it
Just watch from a disssstance

Window shop but don’t buy
The price of your peace of mind is too high
I know I am not what you like
And I ain’t willing to self sacrifice
No more no more

Just leeeeaaave me
More demands than a gps
I can’t keep up with your directions
Don’t tell me to reroute again
Im cuttin this shit off cuz I know where I’m goooooing
This ticking time bomb is not worth the stress
Hazardous wasted time we getting more toxic
I know I’m not your only option
I wanna know what’s stoppinnnnnn YOU
somebody will see me as I am and I will be their answered prayer
Why should I change who I am
When I can get someone who actually likes ME loves ME
DND leave me alone go find what you really want
I ain’t her and she ain’t me
A pick me is something I will never be
Mf this ain’t a game and I ain’t a create a player
I was wearing wigs when you met me
But now it isn’t good enough
I bagged you dressing sexy
Same wardrobe now that’s for hoes
You want a freak that doesn’t have sex
You want the teacher without the test
You want the baddie without the check so you can control her Xbox x

DND dnd leave me be

Read Poetry: SHACKLES, by David Risk

(Shackles: noun, a pair of fetters connected together by a chain used to fasten a prisoner’s wrists or ankles together; manacles; any similarly conceived device for restraint; implements or methods used for curtailment, restriction, control.)

In Greek and Roman mythology,
Vulcan was the blacksmith of the gods.
A supremely skilled craftsman was he.
His forge was a volcano.
A master of astonishing intricacy,
he was the creator of weapons,
the maker of metalworking,
the forger of infernos.

In 1619, Vulcan’s distant descendants
faced a unique challenge. The 1619 ironsmith
had a brand new order to fulfill.
This ironsmith was charged with fashioning
leg irons,
small enough to bind the ankles of a child.
Was he up to the job, this ironsmith?
He’s clever, this 1619 smithie.
Clever enough to forge ironbound bracelets,
small enough to clap around the wrists
of a small child,
a small enslaved child,
somebody’s little boy,
somebody’s little girl.
This ironsmith was summoned with this,
the devil’s own task.

And he, and legions of other smithies like him
stepped up to the commission.
And fired up the coke,
And pounded the iron,
and rendered the product.
Because there was money in it.
There was money in it.
There was no humanity in it.
But there was money in it.
So it got done.

And so it evolved,
and the fierce cauldron of slavery was forged.
Because there was money in it.
There was money in it.
There was no morality in it.
But there was money in it.
So it got done.

Voter suppression too is a forger’s mission.
fire up the coke
pound the iron
render the product:
Block the vote.
Purge the rolls.
Bar mail-in ballots.

Because there is power in it.
There is power in it.
There is no democracy in it.
But there is power in it.
So it gets done.

A black man’s neck is clamped
under a white cop’s knee.
Humanity, democracy, and breath
suppressed.
Justice manacled.
White supremacy’s heritage:
fired by intolerance,
pounded in hate.
rendered in racism.
The die is cast
And the course is fixed.
There is no empathy in it.
There is only hate in it.

The confidence of virtue falls anemic, while
the confidence of vice explodes robust and ruddy.
The blue wall of confidence:
under-nourished and over-funded.
Bloated to the point of starvation.

There is the confidence of hate.
There is the malignancy of hate.
The hubristic arrogance of hate.
There is the virus of hate.
There is the fetid, choking stench of hate.
There are the shackles of hate.
There is no love in it.
But there’s money in it.
There is money in it.
So it gets done.

Read Poetry: A Sonnet-Song for C., by Glenn Beatty

Focused, quiet, brown eyes send
Calm, care, joy, laughter to befriend
Hearts and minds. We knew your kindness
Fully there for all, embracing, mindless
Of faults, simple family-like-strong ties
All beloved in your eyes.

We hunger for your light, we call
But gone, you, like quicksilver stol’n from us all;
Golden aura, golden smile, gone.
Beaming boy-face, soul-warming core, none.
No more full-hearted helping instant-essence,
Bestowing sun-brilliance with your presence.

To honor you, no, not true, we hover
Over these poor lines to recover
Everything you meant, mean, will be, to those
Who knew, know, experienced, choose, chose
To have befriended, received help, heightened,
Because we were cared for, lightened.
So full of life, father, son, brother, sister, friend
A joyful Lord created you for all to the very end.

Forever we feel your spirit call
Guiding, beguiling, urging us all
To use time well
To serve with joy all who in our spectrum dwell.

So, dear C, are you soaring with God on an Inspiring flight
or a forever gift to us, a star to guide our sight?
Both methinks: a universal and forever-friend, day and night.

Read Poem: GRACE, by Sid Ries

“Dear child, what are you doing here?
What brought you to this painful place?
Why leave the joyful Heaven’s planes,
To come where others leave in fear?”

“They told me my beloved ‘s here.
Together – what are we to fear?
They said, when joy’s replaced by pain,
Hope never lost to Grace its way.”

“I fear for you, you foolish boy,
How you’ll be able to survive?
Hope here is but a word for lost,
And faith in Grace is just a joke for most.”

“You stayed too long here on your own,
Forgetting our ancestral home.
Your doubts just made me realize:
My purpose here, my love – for you to rise.
Oh yeah, how clearly now I see!
It’s all – about you and me

Read Poem: SOUL VIBES, by Shuchi Trikha

Strangers , stranger, strangers all around,
A world full of strangers,
I walked up to a woman sitting on a concrete bench,
She sweetly smiled and replied to my hello,
Stranger no more.
How many times do we have to remind ourselves it’s the assurance of a soul needs a soul.
A blind can feel and an animal remain loyals to the love of reciprocation,
May the world glimmer with the peaceful vibes of lovely hearts to fill the empty hearts and wounded strangers ♥️

Read Poem: THE COLOR I WEAR, by Corean Strong

I love the color that I’m wearing
Don’t be offended because it’s daring
It’s also charming and appealing
You can embrace it if you’re willing

This color I wear has mystery and motion
It comes far across the Atlantic Ocean
It has history way beyond what’s written
That’s why some want to keep it hidden

It speaks loud without saying a word
As soon as you see me, I know I’ve been heard
Don’t get flustered by this beautiful hue
It only wants the same opportunities as you

This color I wear I wouldn’t change it for the world
Carmel, chocolate even chocolate-vanilla swirl
Bronze, brown, some black as charcoal
All creates this colorful manifold

Lean closer, there’s a truth that you must hear
This color is bold, confident, bears no fear
It comes from the cotton and tobacco fields, from the big house sweeping broom
To doctors and lawyers to your own CEO board room

This color has long-known cruelty and brutality
But, here is the truth and the reality
I will forge on through your senseless chatter
Because the color I wear knows that Black Lives Matter

It Matters because this color knows it’s often confronted by evil and hate
You’re just trying to get home then, trying to escape
Calling for your momma to come and comfort you, her child
As you see death coming in a little while

Many mourn because you did not heed
When the color I wear pleaded I can’t breathe
But it continues to happen one after another
And the color I wear continues to struggle

Are you upset because of what I have to say and
That these things are still happening today
Don’t hate me because I speak the truth
The color I wear will NOT be mute

The color I wear is rising UP
The color I wear is speaking UP
The color I wear is saying it LOUD
The color I wear is Black and I’m PROUD

Read Poem: Rise Up Young Mind, by Michael D. Rourke

Verse One
Polluted skies, the future is unclear
Vote for clean air, changing hearts are so near
The planet cries, see and listen for pain
Everyone care, a great change will remain

Chorus
Love human kind, open the door
Let’s come together, Rise Up Young Mind
Leave hates behind, make room for more
Let’s come together, Rise Up Young Mind

Verse Two
New ro-ta-tion, the power of gen Z
Watch and wonder, how we can all agree
Best in- ten-tion, not ignoring the truth
Rolling thunder, the new voices of youth

Bridge
Black brown yellow red white, set in motion
Ring of hands holding growing devotion
Keeping land green and blue seas and oceans
Together we curl all around the world

Chorus
Love human kind, open the door
Let’s come together, Rise Up Young Mind
Leave hates behind, make room for more
Let’s come together, Rise Up Young Mind

Verse Three
Learn from the past, we’re saving tomorrow
Plant hope and trees, and let the rivers flow
Change comes at last, keep reaching everyday
More people please, there’s no time to delay

Bridge
Black brown yellow red white, set in motion
Ring of hands holding the growing devotion
Keeping land green and blue seas and oceans
Together we curl all around the world

Chorus
Love human kind, open the door
Let’s come together, Rise Up Young Mind
Leave hates behind, make room for more
Let’s come together, Rise Up Young Mind

Lyrics by, Michael D. Rourke, Copyright 2-23-2023