black like

black like the

revolution, like miles

and a col

trane, like afros

and evolution, like

sistas for black

power, black love

and resolution, like

malcolm and huey

fred and betty.

like funk and

soul, rhythm and

blues, brothers and

sistas, i choose

you, like africa

and lineage, ancestral

bloodline, my dna

is eminent, king

of all bloodlines,

like struggle and

oppression, freedom and

equality, our strength

runs deep, her

heritage we embody.

the spirit of

africa-behind her,

the power of

angela-inside her,

like black is

black, we black.

-e.

like miles

black like miles

and for miles

my flamenco sketches

paint poetry with

precision, and with

every decision i

pause—like the

stench of oppression

of forty thousand

years, the tears

of ancestry etched

deep from within,

the analogous heart

beat to survival

and strength, the

moments of life

when i’m kind

of blue—black

like miles and

for miles my

flamenco sketches paint

historical inner visions.

-e.

artistic hues

black like immaculate

conception, like blue

in green on

top of hues

of you, bold

like the color

red, endearing to

me traced in

metaphors and similes,

an artistic expression,

a poetic masterpiece.

-e.

free

free like the

spaces between black

and white, traces

of imperfections that

lead to intersections

of beauty, ‘round

midnight.

-e.

melanin

her melanin is

of nubia, a

magnetic protocol that

profusely produces a

beauty planted near

the rivers of

nile, semantically flowing

like her kisses,

so good i

can’t dismiss this,

she is a

beautiful dream, soft

like figurative language

at midnight, soft

like metaphors and

similes with intuitive

incite, bold as

if

-e.

the poet

as my four

fingers braced her

spine she spoke

to me in

the most poetic

tongue, each word

carefully crafted, line

for line in

between rows and

rows of onlookers,

poets and novelist

standing side by

side embracing their

titles with prestige

and pride, and

as i thumb

through her pages

of desire, i

find myself silently

searching for her

soul, silently approaching,

her afro, her

lingo, the grand

portico.

-e.

ubiquity

her smile drips

like sunsets with

no name slowly

lingering against time,

a masterful work

of art, crafted

uniquely, instinctively she’s

ubiquity draped in

blackness, creatively a

muse of mine.

-e.

soul e

so pensive my

pen, leaving wistful

impressions while her

beauty contemplates upon

whimsical reflections, like

intersections the way

she interjects my

mind, a resuscitation

of the imagination

destined for these

lines, a writer’s

dream deferred, patiently

placing every word,

safely connecting to

her inner most

soul, those innately

behaviors, exhilarating like

constellations that bring

transformation, a nightfall

for a destiny

unknown, i can

hear her heartbeat,

drums of a

melody so sweet,

like molasses this

southern dialect of

mine, and how

the intervals of

her heartbeat seem

to be soul

e connected to

mine.

-e.

opulence, opulent

from impoverished to

opulence, opulent the

way my words

rise, confident the

way my black

ties be, uncomfortable

like nooses around

black guys, i’m

speaking generations of

having hands tied,

behind backs across

tracks, beaten until

i’m black, and

blue, words from

the dusty road

of truth, my

deepest fear speaks

of innocence, and

you, a lifetime’s

laceration running through

my veins, your

moment of silence,

it administers the

pain it administers

my change, an

ode to sam,

i am, what

she fought for,

he got popped

for, the dream

the speech, have

you forgot four,

score, and seven

years ago, the

midnight summer’s dream,

delivered by martin

king, the presidential

election and her

beauty of perfection,

the excellence the

opulence, the way

my words rise,

my lineage is

paramount, my ancestral

pride.

-e.

the rebirth

the majestic sounds

of melancholy memories

they continue to

soothe my soul,

like coltrane’s blue

train slowly lulling

me to sleep,

comforting, as his

poetic notes become

my notes upon

a poetic slope,

downsizing the orchestrated

cries of a

city longing to

be born again,

like the saints

of, new orleans,

to be awakened

by, to be

mistaken nah, an

entertaining piece of

jazz i might

say, containing cymbals

of metaphors and

similes, as if

this moment would

last into infinity,

like the words

of any great

poet, blowing illustrious

syncopated tunes made

only by the

black and white

keys of alicia,

but you don’t

even know my

name, and still

my words rise,

the REBIRTH.

-e.

ancestral drip

her beauty drips

with the allure

of midnight, patiently

waiting for the

morning of sunrise,

her voice rains

like mystic waters

from depths of

poetic nature, an

allure for the

mind, body, and

soul.

-e.

ethos echos

soft, kind of

blue but she’s,

black, like caribbean

ancestry and coltrane’s

blue train, a

symphony of strength

and summer, and

her ethos echos

beautifully, intuitively as

she becomes one,

each line personified

from within, personalized

with his pen,

a signature series

of style and

grace, her smile

invokes feeling from

miles away.

-e.

harlem's soul

dreamy like a

midnight summer’s dream,

a poetic queen

suspended in my mind,

your beauty is

like harlem’s soul

and langston’s blues,

hues of black

and brown keep

me intrigued with

you.

-e.

deeply rooted

spirit of the

moonlight, strength of

the sun, she’s

beautiful like her

blackness, deeply rooted

the way our

ancestry anchors us

when we’re alone,

beautiful like sunrises

and sunsets, that

feeling of coltrane

on a cold

winter night.

-e.

recherche'

rare as the

pink star diamond

of south africa,

a blatant cry

of beauty, blooming,

the way a

middle mist red

blooms in the

field of new

zealand, she is,

the laughter of

this moment, his

smile for tomorrow,

and with each

sunrise, her sun

sets upon his

will, invigorating as

the morning, and

charming as the

night, it is,

her soul, warm

and carefree,

like the vibrations

of her heart,

beat.

-e.