Poetry

Original poems, spoken word pieces, and lyrics from our contributors.

  • Poetry,  Vic Stanley

    Jesus Wept

    Written by Victor Stanley Jr.       I puts it all together Me and these hustler’s that used to ball together Can no longer weather these storm together My solution to dissolve these problems is a different type of solvent All men will soon stand in awe when The Lord stand before all them Christ they rejected demands their respect and They used to stand chest out on their own two feet I was just like them, Jesus was foreign to me, Now I spend life with holes worn through jeans Humbled to my knees Praising this King More than a 180 I used to worship my disease Drone…

  • Poetry,  Vic Stanley

    SO SINCERE

    Written by Victor Stanley Jr.   I’m locked in the streets way of thinking But the world I exist in keeps on insisting That I behave all politically correct, But in my heart I harbor the resistance, Rebellious persistence Against the way that you dudes walk and talk I keep distance between my pearls of wisdom and ya’lls foolish thoughts Sometimes I black(out) and overreact ‘Bout to resort back to fistfights and straps I just might attack these arrogant young lads, Remind them exactly what this is How I used to live, Hustle, rob, and pimp, What I used to did, But I recover from the relapse, No longer a…

  • Poetry,  Vic Stanley

    One Day…

    Written by Victor Stanley Jr.   How could it all have come to this? I remember days when I was young and bliss Life removed the ignorance, it’s a, cold world Destroyed my self-esteem as a youth That’s why me, and my ‘ol girl could never get it right Insecurities while securing these packs But before all that I was knocked on my back Pain in my frame it’s a shame drug dealer I, Fit the image of everything they said I’d be, Just a nigga… I moves on from that Demonic shadows on this path, I wonder if I’ll last Air is thin here, try not to gasp Shallow…

  • Poetry

    I Wonder What You Bleed…

    Written by Evan Meinke   There is nothing worse than to have the desire to cry and finding the inability to. Everything gets bottled up, pressurized, and you just desire to die along with those you view as wretched in your community. This is where we found you at. He was the only one who believed in you. We don’t know a whole lot about your mother who bore you, the woman who conceived you. We do know some of your cousin. He really believed that you could change the world, and that you truly were everything you claimed to be. But it is interesting that at the end of…

  • Poetry,  Vic Stanley

    Writing On The Wall

    Written by Victor Stanley Jr.   Only customers around us hustlers How you want it? I’ve been through some trouble bruh I survived death’s nightmare during broad daylight, Life’s right there, I refuse to reach out and touch it Far more than stubborn ain’t budging ’cause I love it No budget for this power you see A gangster’s prestige is seething with greed We impoverished the streets ’cause these souls that we eat We don’t bother to keep, We farming with seed that fills the gardens with weed, Poppy plants and coca leaves, You know the story how I got set free, Now I commune with the saints and rock…

  • Poetry,  Vic Stanley

    Who Was I?

    Written by Victor Stanley Jr.   Look I couldn’t breathe, still my chest heave weary from the death beat of a heart pushed to its limit running from life ignoring those church folk worked dope, up and down that mid-atlantic coast, doing the most just to boast that I was really about it life plans outed in an existence that was clouded by prayers to the darkness illuminated on the ember of a joint materialized in smoke, spoke to the air prince of which guarantees the success of these our faith in he just increase as he perfects deceit I moved with enemies of my soul’s belief I suppressed it,…

  • Poetry

    Dear American Christians…

    Written by Evan Meinke   Dear American Christians, We all need to admit there is a problem. We see it as every day hordes of our “Christian” Youth ‘walk away’ from the faith. What will we change? Dear American Christians, They see that we are fake, they have observed the façade. They see it in every component of our lives.