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Ground Zero

Mass bombings are memorialized Yet shooting a mass when emotionally triggered for whatever reason Yields yet a news story I guess it’s just so boring Or is it that when the narrative fueled by guts and glory Perpetually repeats in a generational retelling the telling of this story I remember standing at ground zero...

Sunday

Being black in today’s churches where most of which are contemporary Feels like standing on the shore of vision casted beaches Where the sun shines so bright and crystal clear water breaches dreamt up castles of sand Like having your towel and your umbrella and having to explain your inability to explain spf differences...

The Hive

God lives in Athens and walks with the people A life lived so simple  Adapted to be captured through the focus of a thimble  The brokenhearted spiritually imparted stitched together with The Lord’s needle Light that shines through the cracks of the concrete You can feel the cultural pride seep from the eyes of...

In The Belly of Kypseli

From atop my roof I have a birds eye view Of crowded streets and a city that doesn’t sleep It’s hard to rest when you’ve been on the run for weeks It’s hard to be content when hunger has your knees bent Having to choose between shelter from the weather or whether your family...

Me see me

In a parallel universe somewhere amongst the stars There’s another version of me Swimming amidst the immersion of sea As I watch from the shore… so far So far I go unnoticed in an equinox box locked between the celestial tick and tock Of a pendulum that strikes right a day twice As if...