It's All LOVE!

So,

I just want to start with the disclaimer 

that 

I’m trying to turn broken pieces 

into peace so 

I lead with love.

And when it’s all said and done

I WILL LEAVE WITH LOVE! 

But let’s be honest for a minute though

Sir,  please don’t get mad 

because 

If you get “story time”

I get to write this poem 

And if THIS is who you truly are

Then I’m lucky not to know him 

You.

Who I was nothing but kind to

You.

Who’s faults I was ignorantly blind to.  

I’ve got a STACK of your red flags 

that I’ve collected over time

And though I was understanding of your issues

You barely tolerated mine

So I throw in the proverbial towel

I wave my white flag

I find solace in knowing

I gave it all that I had

I count your fuck ups as favor

I count your loss as my gain

I count this lesson

A blessing

Won’t make this mistake again

I keep my vibrations high

And keep my energy clean

Keep my chin up and know

Shits not as bad as it seems. So, 

No apologies needed

Since I’m the one that’s to blame?!?

But, bro the way that YOU handled this?!?

Was nothing but lame

You put the story on blast?

Just to make light of the sh*t?

It didn’t make me look bad

Just Made YOU look like a bitch.

But you’re right though.

It’s not the end of the Earth

It’s just fucked up of you

To not acknowledge the hurt

That you caused

That you fueled

That you dug up then left

And I could try to talk to you

But it’d be a waste of my breathe

So good riddance, now

Ain’t no sweat off my back.

Ain’t no forgiving, no crying 

Cuz man fuck all of that

I’m on one

You were too.

Cuz your temper erupted  

out of the blue

I’m all done. Yeah, nigga I’m through. 

And it’s still all love 🙃

But FUCK YOU! 

My Poetry Is Not For Your Entertainment

This piece was inspired by the gentleman who sat next to me a few weeks ago at an open mic and asked me if I were going to perform. When I said no and asked him the same question he answered with “nah. I just came to be entertained”

I looked at him and told him I didn’t like that answer and we dialogued about it. And although I was unable to articulate, in the moment, why I considered his comment offensive.. I told him I would write about it.. When I sat down to write, I was unsure how my thoughts would manifest themself, but this piece is the product of that writing.

My poetry is not for your entertainment.

My pain doesn’t bleed as ink on these pages for your amusement. For your oohs and aahs. Your snaps and claps.. this is not some fucking puppet show. These are my feelings. These are my worries. My stories. This is my life. This is my joy, my peace, my.... therapy.

My poetry is not for your entertainment.

This isn’t Saturday night live. The late show. Comedy Central (is Comedy Central still a thing?) 🤷🏽‍♀️

I digress. 

My tears don’t fall down my cheeks because I want to make my poem look “real”. Nah, it’s because I feel every word that escapes my lips, I inhale every vowel

Exhale every consonant 

Sometimes you get my personal shit

Sometimes I try to make you cognizant 

Of what the fuck is happening in the world

But the one things that’s constant 

Is that my poetry is not for your entertainment.

It’s not shits and giggles or laughs and gags

I don’t bare my soul for the right to brag 

This shit is real to me

It’s a big deal to me

And whether or not you feel me

It heals.... ME

and though i hope helps you too

I don’t give a fuck if it’s entertaining.. 

I didn’t come to entertain you

I don’t write these words 

So that a mundane you

Can find humor in the shit that I’ve gone through 

The men who’ve wronged me, the job I hate, 

The family that’s stressing me or the fact that i can’t wait until being Black is legalized.

But I don’t even want to go down that road tonight. 

I just want to bring to light the fact that my poetry is not for your entertainment. 

So don’t just come here to be entertained

But to receive postitive energy and emit the same

Come for the vibes, come for the healing, come for the exchange 

Of ideas, and passion. And pleasure and pain

But please.. do not insult my art by saying you came to be....

entertained?!??

MY POETRY IS NOT FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT

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Someone once told me we must 

“Give God control during times of peace or BEG Him to take control during times of chaos!”

This week, for me, has certainly been marred with chaos...

Yet, still, I do not beg.....

If you ask me why I’m angry

Then I will tell you

I will say

That under the umbrella of anger 

Is fear

And there’s so much that I’m afraid of.

And I will tell you what I’m afraid of.

The dark. 

And not the dark that comes 

when the sun sets and the moon rises. 

When the stars light up the night sky.

But the ABSOLUTE absence of LIGHT.

Where light is synonymous with love 

And love is an intangible

Unreachable

Unimaginable 

Thing.

If you ask me why I’m angry 

Then I will tell you

That I have lost more than I’ve gained

And the storms don’t seem to end

When finally lets up the rain

The wind slams me down again.

And I’m afraid.

That I won’t ever be able to stand 

on my own two feet

Without the rain pounding on my face

Or the hurt beating in my heart.

And I can’t hardly see the LIGHT

For darkness RIPPING me apart

And I am ANGRY

Because anger is synonymous 

with FEAR

and I am terrified. 

Of the darkness lingering here.

I wait for morning. 

It’s always darkest before dawn

& after mourning

Comes strength & a will to carry on.

I AM the LIGHT

Despite my troubles- Big or small

I am not anger! 

I AM the LOVE that conquers all.

“Poetry is so much more than just an outlet for grief and overthought.”

I remember when I declared that I would not write another word from a place of hurt, even if it meant that I would never write again. I didn’t write a poem for years and when I finally picked up my pen again it was because my good friend, JohnnyRay, challenged my journey. I’d said that I wanted to “find my center” - whatever tf that meant 👀 - but JRay asked a pivotal question that taught me that it’s impossible to find your ‘center’ if you refuse to acknowledge what exists there - be it sadness or grief or joy or peace OR WHATEVER. At the core of my existence was a heart full of hurt. I have taken all of that hurt and managed to flip it into unbounded love, and joy, and grace, and peace. For EVERY tear I’ve EVER cried, God has given me a reason to smile (and I’m sure I’ve cried a few million tears in my life so that’s just as many smiles). My life is not always an open book. It doesn’t need to be. No one needs to know all of the bullshit that I have survived. What you need to know... is that I SURVIVED. 

FOR NOW, that has to be enough...

I said I would never write another word from a place grief - and I won’t - because I want the world to see that there is just as much LIGHT as there is darkness, as much joy as there is sadness, and as much HOPE as there is despair. Fuck darkness. Fuck pain. Fuck grief. Let LIGHT be the focus... LET LOVE BE THE FOCUS! If you want to know anything about me know that I am imperfect and flawed and elusive, overly emotional and hella complex, but I am gentle and compassionate and loyal and giving and genuine. 

FOR NOW that has to be enough.

And if it’s not... Well, then... I’m sorry!

A Change Is Gonna Come

Good Morning.

It's 7am here in Hong Kong so I say "good morning", though I am fully aware that for those of you back home, I should say "good afternoon". I landed in Hong Kong about an hour ago. After spending 13 long hours in the air (ok, the hours weren't THAT long since I slept through most of them, lol) I deplaned having made the decision to spend as much time WRITING while traveling as possible. That said, I opened up this blog and was ready to do just that, but uhm... Nah. I started reading what I'd previously written on this here outlet of mine and thought maybe I should start something new. You know, since I'm in a completely different place than I was last time I wrote on here. I'm conflicted by the thought though. I don't want to erase it and start completely over. I mean, I know full well that you can't just delete your past though that's what it feels like I'd be doing, but I feel like some things we should be allowed to outgrow and move on from! *shrugs*

For now, you'll find this random "talk piece" amongst my poetry, but I reserve the right to start anew sooner rather than later. We'll see how it goes. Welp, I'd better go board my next flight. More to come! Ciao


KNG