History says, Don’t hope
On this side of the grave,
But then, once in a lifetime
The longed-for tidal wave
Of justice can rise up,
And hope and history rhyme.
Slam poetry. Yelling. Angry. Waving my hands a lot. Specific point of view on things. Cynthia. Cyn-thi-a. Jesus died for our Cynthia’s. Jesus cried. Runaway bride. Julia Roberts. Julia rob-hurts. Cynthia. Mmmmm Cynthia, you’re dead. You are dead. Be boop beep you’re dead.Schmidt, 22 Jump Street (via joshbgosh1)
Jamaal May - “Sky Now Black With Birds”
”Forgive. I swear, the word has feathers. I want to learn to get its wings between my teeth before more retribution blots out the sky.”
Performing during prelims at the 2014 Rustbelt Regional Poetry Slam.
Don’t get your feelings hurt!African American Proverb (via blackproverbs)