I seem to be a very deep writer’s block I can’t seem to swim out of. So I visited some poems I once upon a time started writing on my PDA. I think I had some lofty ambitions for them, but this time around I just wanted to end them as quick as possible. Just to proof to myself I can still finish a thought. If they don’t make sense, it’s probably because in actuality they are incomplete. But if I can leap, I would like to think of them as complete thoughts having incomplete dreams.

HyeNas
Oh yes
I laugh:
Path my lips
Show my teeth
Smack my belly
And force a sound

But that laugh:

From your belly
Warm your teeth
Pry your lips
Wear your face
And open your heart to the world

It’s been ages
Since I had one of those

PupPies
Hey soldier man
Janjeweed
Hutus with machete
White man in white hoody
Why you fighting instinct
Love, from creation
Hate, just an infliction
You can unlearn that lesson

Soldier man
Janjeweed
Hutus with machete
White man in white hoody
When this gun goes off
Run backwards
As fast as you can
‘Till you hit the curve in the road
This time make a right turn
Don’t stop
Until you are six inches away from your mother’s womb
Now look

Soldier man
Janjaweed
Hutus with machete
White man in white hoody
Why you fighting instinct
Love, forever
Hate , temporary euphoria
Who’d trade that for the former
Not me
Not you
Who can afford to
Not we

PosSum
Too many of our kids go to alternative schools
Guarded like prisons cells

Little is expected from them
So they learn to give nothing

They sharpen their razor tongues
On each other
And their teachers

They cry like hyenas
While we play possum
Praying this too shall pass