Let’s Talk

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This poem – penned on January 24, 2022 – is slightly different than my usual style. Although it’s written with my preferred pacing of “roughly” 10 syllables per line, it’s noticeably void of any rhymes. This is so because I wrote it straight from the heart to send a clear message to the

Fate of the Faithful

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This poetic short story was written some time in 2018. Its subtle metaphors with a biblical undertone is evidence of my mindset at a time when I struggled to make sense of the content of my studies (Moorish Science) and the frequent nightly visions of possible future events. Enjoy. Fate of the Faithful

A Tree Without Roots – My Quest For Unity Starts With This

“A people without knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots.” – Marcus Garvey One common experience among our people is that our family structure is in disarray. Many young Moors grow up in a single-parent household, often without knowledge of one side of their family. This was the

Hide and Seek

Some hide love behind walls of silence.Others hide hate behind fake smiles.Some hide trauma behind quiet tears.Others hide pain behind their pride. Some seek peace in the midst of war.Others seek conflict, but feign serenity.Some seek fortune no matter the cost.Others seek wisdom, honor, and unity. Some forget all the actions they caused.Others forget the

Edge of a Fading Dream

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This poetic short story is based on a dream I had in mid-to-late 2018 after losing my unborn child. It was originally intended to serve as Act 1 of an Epic, but due to ongoing health concerns I’ve decided to publish it as a standalone poem. This… is my story. Edge of a Fading Dream