I’m Only 25, and

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I still think I can conquer the world

the world has told me I will lose it all;
my flare will meet cold water
my spark will short-circuit
my energy will emit smoke

they say I’m only 25

so I am a child and I don’t know
the desire to live while your closest companion pleads,
“yes that is a very wise decision, but…”
I will not be saying the same in my 30s

I’m only 25 and I think I’m behind

but those marks stretch to tell me this is the perfect time to do what I’m doing
a few decades ahead have told me they recently stepped into my shoes
the looks in their eyes envy my idea; the risks I took
how did you know to do that; at this perfect time; at this age?

I’m only 25, and the world is surprised that I will conquer it.

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Enjoy this picture of me at Jewel during my trip to SINGPORE last week!

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Good Bye, Friend

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Everyone who I’ve felt strongly about—whether family, friends, romantic relationships, or something in between—have all left me with something, after we parted ways, that will follow me for a long time, if not the rest of my life. As for you, it’s a few things. It’s you consistently taking the time to express gratitude for something, anything—even if it doesn’t directly impact you. It’s your care for Earth and society, even as it crumbles around you. It’s your care for yourself, too. It’s your soft touch and your admirable passion and commitment. It’s you being present. The passion and attention you give to others. You’re raw too. It’s like mama Earth made you herself, so you’re not able to be anything except for raw, natural, and spiritual. Each time that I called you pretty or beautiful, that’s what I meant. Each time I pointed out the galaxies in your eyes, that’s what I saw.

But the thing about you that I’m sure will stay with me the longest is how you always took the time to appreciate the flowers on the edge of concrete—things that the average Joe and Mary walk by every day without noticing, probably. It’s not to say that you stop to smell the roses, but it’s more that you make sure to give the proper attention and acknowledgement to the flower that push through and grew from the concrete. That says a lot about you, and I look forward to practicing that in my own life. Thank you.

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Midnight Library (Video)

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This is to all the all-nighters and the late nights spent “studying”.

@sircharlesthepoet

Who Do You Look Up To?

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When I say I look up to you.
I don’t mean I aspire to be like you

When I say that I look up to you
I don’t mean I follow your path,

Hoping to fall in line.

When I say I look up to you
You may ask then, “what do you mean”

If not to be like that person?

When I say I look up to you
Why should I aspire to be anything, but perfect?

When I say I look up to you
You have to understand no human is perfect

So why strive to be like one?

When I say I look up to you
I mean growth.

Which equates to making my life mine,

When I say “I look up to you”
That equates to making your life mine

Just to get my life back,
And why, would I want that?

When I say I look up to you
I mean I want these characteristics.
I want your lessons that my path in life didn’t bother
Teaching

When I say I look up to you
I mean I want that wisdom.
I want your sermon that my religion didn’t bother
Preaching

Only God is perfect,
So towards He, I aim

So when I say I look up to you
Know I only want to get better as I progress
To you. Then through you.

When I say I look up to you
Know that your success is only a level

To which I want to arrive.
Of which I want to remember.

@sircharlesthepoet

Angel-Eye View (Video)

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This poem is saying black people need to stop looking to God/religion to save them from racism. God is not going to save black people from the oppressive society and world they live in. Black people need to stop waiting on God to save them. Instead, black folks have to figure out their own ways to save themselves from this racist world. Therefore, black people have got to stop spending so much time and money in the church.

God works on a different time than humans. If we want change, we need to stop giving ourselves momentary gratification by praying and paying the church (then going back to our old ways). Invest in yourselves, invest in your black communities, invest in your black friends and family, not the church.

@sircharlesthepoet

To: Breonna Taylor ♥ (Video)

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I know it’s mental health awareness month, but white supremacy doesn’t give a fuck about black folks’ mental health so I hope to edumacate you a bit and bring more awareness to what goes on in a black person’s mind/life in a time like this. Nonetheless, take care of yourself. And don’t forget to take a step back so a black person can take a step forward.

@sircharlesthepoet

To: Breonna Taylor ♥

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**A poem about life, after justice is served**

What happens after justice is served?
Will the dust settle?
And so we move on to the next case

Do we mourn?
Do we make laws?
Do we make donations in large sums hoping the currency would heal the dead?

What do we do after justice has been served?

Do we take till the end of a lifetime to investigate made-up probabilities?
Shifting our gaze, away from the bloody truth
Do we impose charges and punishments for the collateral damage?
But not the damage
Do we find space in the jails for civilians?
Is that why we always run out of space for justice

What do we do after justice has been served?

Does a killer walk free? From a murderous job?
A sentence for murder.
Do we erect new leaders? Will they lead to justice?
When do we stop protesting?

What do we do after justice has been served?

Do we erect monuments in memory?
Do we tell stories of glory, innocence, and a righteous life?
Do we capture portraits with no imperfections?

What do we do after justice has been served?

Do young, healthy, angelic and prideful black women get reminded of their worth?
That it’s not worth it.
Do black mothers hold the phone closer, with their hearts tighter, when their black children are out of sight?
Perhaps sleeping.
Do black parents have to have the conversation with their black kids again, for the x time-in-a-row?
About justice.

How, in this country—and this planet—
It doesn’t belong to them.
We can’t save your life, even though you save their life.

What do we do after justice has been served?

What do we do after justice has been served?

What do we do after justice has been served?

What do we do? Now that justice has been served

Do we not know?
Is that why justice has yet to be served?

@sircharlesthepoet

Under The Sea (Video)

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Poetry video for my poem “Under The Sea”.

It’s okay to take some time off. It’s okay to just sink, and not be inundated by the rush of society. Thank you for watching. Much love to you <3.

@sircharlesthepoet

Under The Sea

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Some people would rather sink than swim.

To slowly descend
Legs moving patiently
Hands grasping diligently.

There’s no need to fight
You can stop fighting
And give in

I can escape the rush
The brutality of civilization that everyone
Has grown accustomed to,

That I’ve grown accustomed to.

Some people would rather sink than swim

We all speak the same language under water
No one makes sense—so maybe, that’s better?

What you say is not stupidity
His words are not too wise.

I don’t have a,
“where are you from? You got an accent!”

The way I speak doesn’t decide my salary
The way I sound doesn’t decide my ethnicity

Some people would rather sink than swim

If all around is blue
We could all get lost in the skies,
That is very true

We don’t have to fight
Because we are all defeated,
Or we all have won.

It’s okay to swim.
But, I think it’s also very fine,
If you choose to drown

@sircharlesthepoet

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It’s okay to just relax, and not give in to the chase.

Hymn Of The Sinner

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Alas I sin
With this joy I sing—
The whispering in my Shadow’s inn

These “facts” and deeds, my constant yearn
Lay inside my veins, intensely earned:
A space to fill, instill with vain

Liquid so sweet, salt with brute
Lips of mango, among tropical fruit
Such pleasure often, I dabble in

I sing my hymn
Twas sung to Him:
The High of Seas, Thee sees all scenes

What if Jesus had called a legion of Angels to remove Him from the cross?

I lift and shout
With glories sprout.
I nod and praise, though raised with doubt

Perhaps, I’m a fool
The Satan’s tool—
The more, I wonder: am I of sin, am I A sin?

My flesh; such smell of swine’s curse
While in this casc’t, I land first…
Thy giveth me hope, but I tighten the rope

I stretch my mouth
I fist my chest—
Fighting the beast; upon the self, I feast

My whole is weak…
I ask not for strength.

@sircharlesthepoet