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Sunday, January 12, 2020

Love Her

Love her deeply.
Soul deep.
To depths only
a kindred spirit can reach.
Love her to the erasure of doubt.
Love her until all she can think about
is, "Why are we not together?"
Love her enough to never
block her blessings.
Truly love her with a love
she's never known.
Love her enough, if you must,
to leave her alone...
-HymnAgen

She Deserves

Brotha,
out love
my love
for her
or let her be.
She deserves
someone 

so much better
than me.
-HymnAgen

Greatest Muse


Well Understood


Waging War


Love Isn't Enough


Sunday, August 4, 2019

Generational Damage



Due to old racists,
I was raised to present many faces
to the world –
each one appropriate
for the times
and places.
Told I was only allowed to be myself
inside of safe spaces
because it might hinder my progress to be honest
about who I am.
Not that they don’t immediately see
in front of their eyes another black man.
No,
the goal was to have me be perceived
as different;
not like the rest
of these angry street gorillas
beating on our chests.
The propagandized King Kongs
with our giant ding dongs
out to ring the bells of their
precious
fair belles…
False narratives culminating in the demise of
Emmett Till.
You see,
they believed putting the average American at ease
was key
to a black male’s survival,
having lived through the times
when we were strung up from trees
and hunted down in the streets
by mobs with rifles!
Images seared
in the collective memory of themselves
and their peers.
Bygone,
but legitimate fears
they thought wise to instill in their children.
With me,
they didn’t understand what they were building –
an often cold
disconnected soul.
Fragments of a man
self-taught at appearing whole.
Even those who’ve known me the longest,
whose love for me is the strongest
have never held all the pieces
to my puzzle.
-HymnAgen

Saturday, August 3, 2019

Taste


By Association


Would you entrust to me
the key to your defenses
when that which lies divided inside
its confines aches unmended?
Will I not be faced with
ridicule and scorn
for embodying a form
the same as those
who hurt and broke you?
-HymnAgen