Love of performance art illustrates my voice. This coupled with a responsibility for social justice produced an array of creative projects I will share here. I'm a simple man with complex dreams. I believes we must be the voices that narrate our struggles. I will be sharing my creative works in hopes that when history looks back they see we stood together in truth.

15 Minutes of Blame

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Inner Beauty

Inner Beauty

"It is a fallacy to believe beauty is something you create. It is something you discover in yourself. We must love ourselves for the world to see our beauty. Face yourself and love what you see."

Abas Idris

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 He was the marbles champ of 92’

Eight-year-old king of the sidewalk games

He left hand was 2 fingers lighter

Fireworks he learned can be dangerous

His pockets sagged from the weight of his prizes

Today he’d show sleepy dad his little glass trophies

Maybe it will make him happy

Yesterday he was angry

So today Travis played with purple marks on his arms

But now was a time for celebration

Adorned with ring pops he walked proudly to his castle

At home he dropped the marbles on the floor

He wanted to hear the sound of his victories

The noise muffled the approaching footsteps

He only saw the fist when it came to embrace him

Tomorrow the sidewalk games will continue with new winners

But today we honor the marbles champ of 92’

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Highs and the Lows


 Where are we that we see ourselves as present?

 Once a private realm ruled by manners and matters

Now a tragic community ruled by gossip and chatter

Needless to stay we must linger in the low to change

To bring sound to the profound silence of loneliness

A somber guilt from not logging into the masses

We’ve learned the facade of power

This power that makes powder sour

 Without the somber bell of happy hour

Money lost to feed the needs of addiction is chump change

So when chumps change their ways

It leads the rest to become our own dependents

So maybe we think about our choices

 Today we search the open sea looking for us

Amongst the waves that crave our allegiance

Amongst the deep ocean, where others are coasting

Smoking and choking and amongst the nicotine steam

We dream of understanding our situation

But where are we in this nation?

We hear voices echo when they employ the help of hate

Tragic how projection and denial are the best highs we feel

So we puff puff pass it on until we pass out or away

Until we have nothing left




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I am an African

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