This is a poem I wrote about the tragedies the black community has been facing for decades. Initially, I was so in shock, I didn’t know how to put it into words. But with time, I was able to express t...
I would like to say, right off the bat, that I am not black. I am a BLM ally. This past week there was a shift in the nation, change is on the horizon. (I do t think that all cops are racist and/or ba...
A slightly long poem about racism I wrote. Admittedly, I'm a little late to the party. But seeing that these issues are still unresolved, I guess it's still relevant
I wrote this spoken word poem the day I heard about the young man from California, Stephon Clark, who was fatally shot by police in his own backyard because they "mistook" his cell phone for a gun. As...
Wake up Nigeria whilst it is still day.
Your darkness thickens in the hot summer sun.
Wake up Nigeria from your spectators' fun.
Like a titan to the slaughter, your way
to financial hades might be cer...
This is a poem I wrote about the tragedies the black community has been facing for decades. Initially, I was so in shock, I didn’t know how to put it into words. But with time, I was able to express t...
I would like to say, right off the bat, that I am not black. I am a BLM ally. This past week there was a shift in the nation, change is on the horizon. (I do t think that all cops are racist and/or ba...
A slightly long poem about racism I wrote. Admittedly, I'm a little late to the party. But seeing that these issues are still unresolved, I guess it's still relevant
I wrote this spoken word poem the day I heard about the young man from California, Stephon Clark, who was fatally shot by police in his own backyard because they "mistook" his cell phone for a gun. As...
Wake up Nigeria whilst it is still day.
Your darkness thickens in the hot summer sun.
Wake up Nigeria from your spectators' fun.
Like a titan to the slaughter, your way
to financial hades might be cer...