Her name was Breonna
In the quiet of night, they broke down the door,
Startling Breonna from her peaceful sleep.
Her boyfriend, fearing danger, fired once more,
The police returned fire, their aim too deep.
No drugs were found, their target was not there,
Yet bullets claimed a life so full of dreams.
A healer’s hand now stilled, a fat unfair,
Her story echoed in the nation’s screams.
Protests arose, demanding justice done,
Her name a rallying cry for the lost .
Yet legal battles left the truth unsung,
Accountability weighed by its cost.
Breonna light extinguished far too soon,
Her memory a seed for change to bloom.
Free Neem
Bound by blood separated by cops/guards
Daughter at home waiting for his return
Full of potential yet lies harbor it
Law system corrupt needs to change abrupt
Innocent in jail needs freeing from hell
Thoughts in a cell he cannot share or tell
Judge sees black automatic crime attach
Burden on shoulder praying it’s over
Allah watches over allowing some peace
Fam shackled one more object to tackle
Ramadan’s over back to trashy food
All hope is shattered until he gets out
With him in jail family feels a drought
Continue to shout free Neem till he’s out
Pharell
His rhythms bloom where pop and soul entwine
A timeless beat beneath a youthful grin
With joy, he laces every velvet line
A master turned to pulse and heart within
From “happy” steps, the world begins to sway
Bright echoes float through dusk and morning light
He bends the rules to birth a fresher way
Yet, it never strays from souls’ eternal fight
The hat, the smile a style both bold and kind
He sculpts the air with vision, voice, and kind beat
No genre bounds the genius of his mind,
with each note, he drops a spark, a flame, a feat.
So praise the sound where Pharrell’s magic flows
A sound that lifts, that lives, that always grows
JB SKATING
James Brown founding father of JB skating
Created happiness with a few moves
Creating moves to the beats of music
Famously known for making it funky
influencing youth to groove on the beat
routines including the move stan the man
teaching community the basic moves
rolling all around the rinks having fun
going in circles for hours at a time
listening to the musicality
middle school and new school even old school
all three different generations
JB originated in chicago
branched off to different states all over
Hood up, world off
I wear my hood when i don’t want to talk
It’s not that deep im just abiding life
Its comfy when i walking down the block
And perfect when im dodging daily strife
In class it helps me hide my morning hair
And sometimes blocks the teachers deadly glare
I’m not asleep(okay i might be )
But hood life brings a sweet tranquility
Its armor when the hallway drama starts
a cloak for when fine shyt walks by
It muffles all the chaos and the charts
And makes first period no feel so long
So hood up its not a moody phase
it’s how we get through all out high school teenager days
Poetic Justice
They drew the line where color met the skin,
Then wrote the laws to cage the soul within.
They taught our names in mockery and shame,
Then lit the torch and called it freedom’s flame.
The guilty hand that had dealt a cruel blow,
Shall feel the weight of justice, steady, slow.
Even when segregation was abolished,
We still get treated like some foreigners.
But time and time again we show the real us
We show them that we’re the same as they are
But we still live in shadows of racist past.
When would they know that we could be ourselves
Without us getting killed for no apparent reason
I stand up for who I am and for other people
Not just because I want to stand with them
But show them that we are not afraid anymore.
music heals
Music, the therapeutic tunes that heals
The soul touch, the emotional impact
Music is like feeding the soul and heart
The beautiful sounds and instruments soothes
Connections to our sacred memories
A way of expressing and voice passion
Music, the curing remedy for life
The bird that chirps early in the morning
The music you play on your way to work
The Music that played on early sundays
The music you play while doing self care
Music is everything your heart yearns for
The smooth tunes satisfies the flesh and self
Music the escape from reality.
To Be a Black Girl
To Be a Black Girl’s walking history
A mixture of joy, power, and grace
We carry Roots as deep as any tree
And wear the sun like fire on our faces
They try to box us in with what they say
But still work harder than anyone else
We learned to speak our truth in our way,
And dream out loud with every breath we take
Our Voices sing in classrooms and the streets
And in braids and books, in clothes, dance, and art.
Rise from pain, turn struggles into achievements
And lead with love that overflows the heart
We are the future, bold and standing strong
Black girls belong, and always have all along.
Still the Same Me
I walked alone through halls I didn’t know,
A stranger lost where every face was new.
The voices laughed, but none called out hello
Just echoes of the life I once knew.
My locker stuck, my schedule made no sense,
Each class a maze of silence, stares, and nerves.
I missed my friends, the old familiar faces,
The jokes, the lunchroom, all the well-known curves.
But slowly, shy hello began to bloom,
A partner in a lab, a smile in gym.
The lonely days gave way to lighter gloom,
And friendships formed from chances faint and slim
I didn’t choose to leave, but still, I grew
A different place, but still the same old me.
WESTILLFIGHT
We don’ over came a lot we still fight
We all lost some in our life, we still fight
We seen fake smiles and don’ em’ too
I felt a lot of pain but I will fight
T&T is in my head but try to go right
Trials & tribulations still ain’t doin’ right
Tryna’ have fun tryna live my life too
I don’ got hit with a bunch right hook
We don felt the hate cause the way we look
Everlasting burn when you lose your turn
Seen the good it’s gone and took a u-turn
You feel better when you earn it not lose
Everytime it passes by it brew
Still gotta fight gotta do it for life
Growing up black
Running home to beat the street lights at night and
Waking up on a Sunday morning
Disney was our latte throughout the day
Butterscotch candy at church was the best
Hot dogs and hamburgers were nevertheless
The southern cooking your grandma made
Eating hot chips till our fingers were blood red
The stained noodle bowl was never thrown away
Royal Dansk never had any cookies
The rap game was the start of our music
Beauty was to brush your hair and add beads
Blue magic grease was a girl’s worst nightmare
Growing up with a puff, not wanting to leave
Growing up black is a beauty to see
This is Me
I chase the ball like fire on the field,
With speed and focus, never gonna yield
I learn each day, my mind is sharp and broad,
New skills, new thoughts I take it all with pride.
I dream of money, building something big,
A boss, a leader, never just a gig.
I help my people, lift them when they fall,
And when I speak, I try to give my all.
I’m funny, chill, creative when I write,
I see the world in color, not just white.
From Nigeria, where the roots run deep,
My culture is strong, it’s something I will keep.
Taofeek’s the name; I stand, I plan, I grow.
A leader is rising, just so you all know.
