light brown

lights and brown skin,
a lil piece of me within view,
sittin’ in a new view,
fresh like nouveau,
covered like September Vogue,
im allergic to old heauxs,
im centerfold,
posing in all hues,
me sick like, achoo.
loyal like ‘i do’
& complex like
haikus & flex like
im from the bayou &
why would i want to be you?
im blessed with new
light in brown skin.

light brown by chazmen

the mindful scribe

im gonna do it. this time i have most of my ducks in a row i just need to show them love and support. write the world you want to live in and show them how black boys can dream and imaginate beyond comprehension

street knowledge

we had to learn to survive first.

do you remember the first time you saw a hearse?

me either, too young to count my age but i could count the bodies like 1,2,3…