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Black boy.

Posted in African-American, blackness, LGBT, Love, Poetry with tags , , , , , on July 4, 2015 by drevolutionary1

Beautiful black boy
You are me and I am you
But I don’t understand
Why you do the things you do

Beautiful black boy
Let’s not play hide-and-seek
Because we’ll never win
Even if you peek

Beautiful black boy
I know you don’t see me
But I hope you see you
Learn to love we

Beautiful black boy
You are worth something
More than the eye sees
More than a one-night fling

Beautiful black boy
You are a now a man
A force to be reckoned
A voice to be heard

Beautiful black man
You don’t have to prove yourself
With body counts and body bags
Furtive glances, bulges and sags

Beautiful black man
Put away the shade
Conserve it for those hot days
Bask in the sunshine

Beautiful black man
You are not judge and jury
Nor executioner
But I know you fury

Beautiful black man
I love you
You’re a provider
You’re a nurturer

Beautiful black man
You can woo me
with intentful stares warm embraces
not the stereotypes on TV

Beautiful and black
Black and beautiful
Loyal, steadfast, dutiful
All these things I’ll stay true to you

Beautiful is black is beautiful is black is beautiful…

Queer black Folk

Posted in African-American, blackness, LGBT, Musings, Poetry, Politics, Race, Sexuality with tags , , , , on September 20, 2011 by drevolutionary1

Queer like honey in my coffee
Like the difference in my love
My lovestyle, not my lifestyle
Get with it man and fight the power

Queer like stories I tell
Regaling you by
Spilling hot tea
And rekindling old flames

Queer like me
Because I’m proud to be different
From my straight brothas and sistas
Because I am someone unique

Queer like the CriticismHate
That I get from family and friends
Who have the same level of melanin
And know the sting of oppression

Queer like Queer
Because the mantras of self-identification seem so many
And agreement on any so few
But that’s ok

Queer like the ancestors
Who give me strength, daily
Who give me encouragement
Who give me hope

Queer like Queer
Like Queer Like
Queer like Queer
Like Queer Like…..

I am You, You are Me, We are We

Posted in African-American, LGBT, Poetry, Politics, Race, Religion, Sexuality on January 10, 2010 by drevolutionary1

We are the wounded ones
The ones in hiding
Your native daughters and sons
In the church pews, abiding

I am You, You are Me, We are We

We are the soldiers on the front lines
The writers of the great American classic
The rappers with the dope rhymes
The comedians witty and sarcastic

I am You, You are Me, We are We

We are the vagrants on the streets
The teachers bestowing knowledge
The 3-time championship athletes
The freshmen in college

I am You, You are Me, We are We

We are the ones who feel the burn
that can only come from our kin
we experience their throes of misguided love
And they call our love sin?

I am You, You are Me, We are We

But we still heal (your ailments)
But we still defend (you from the criminal justice system)
But we still kneel (to god on your behalf)
But we still lend (money when you’re broke)

I am You, You are Me, We are We

We won’t be placed in a box
Nor set to the side
Not relegated to psychic dimensions, unrealized
We’ve many more times to be fiercely reprised

I am You, You are Me, We are We

We are one despite what you may think.