They sit at the front
Of the bus,
Bright-eyed,
Ready for school.

Ready to learn language
And arithmetic,
To greet friends
And confront enemies.

Hopefully these children dream --
Dream of the sore feet,
Drenched clothes,
Bruised skin,
And torched remains
That dreamed of them,
These children,
Sitting at the front of the bus.

But did the dreamers dream
That these children
Would one day mock
Their... (continue reading)

I Also Buried My Heart At Wounded Knee

The grass continues to grow, and the wind does blow,
and yes, the waters still run;
but you still do not possess
what you have already won.

I see the trail of tears you've left behind.
Aim high for the desired goal
that is trapped in your heart.
The color of your hills is the color of their souls.

Uncover their grandmothers
and place them in crystalline cases.
One people, one nation,
not a... (continue reading)

That's right, folks, Just Another Angry Black Man, my newest collection of poetry, has just been released! The poems are about being angry, black, and a man in America. The main theme of this book? We got to do better. The things that piss us off should motivate us to make changes.

Here's a sample poem from the collection:

Everything Man

I'm the Everything Man:
Son,
Father,
Husband,
Brother,
... (continue reading)