“Painting is a metaphor for control. Every choice is mine. The canvas, the colour. As a child I had nether a sense of the world nor my place in it but art taught me that one’s vision can be achieved with sheer force of will. The same is true of life, provided one refuses to let anything stand in one’s way.”
— Klaus Mikaelson
London Mahogany © 2017
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What you think isn't known
For nothing in life is certain.
It is disguised in lessons,
trial and error, bonds broken and made anew.
Both formidable and grotesque;
It is the best way of Life...
...even though surprises are unwonted,
The satisfaction gained is priceless.
Joti Absalom
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Dark, Smooth, and Undesirable
To find you is conviennent
Because you are always
In the back.
Placed amongst peculiar things
With common faces,
Because there is no place for you
At the front.
And in the front,
there are clones mixed with other things
That make your image,
so impure.
To claim they have tasted your depth,
Is as meaningful
As pulling a door that says Push.
Joti Absalom
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It must be hard
To be in every Picture
In every Hardship,
And still no one asks:
"Would you like"
Something, just Something
To know that no stride was done in Vain.
Joti Absalom
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The Juice of a Black Woman
Makes a Black Man stronger.
She is his personal fountain
His Energy, His Passion.
His Clarity, His Happiness.
For all He knows, She is God.
Joti Absalom
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With gentle words, They say:
"be the change you want to see"
But even if I change,
Its not like you'd Look at me.
You never did,and
That's why I'm confused.
Am I changing for me?
Or Am I changing for You?
I can bend in many directions,
I can enforce your existing Strength
But when trials arise,
Why aren't You at arms length?
You want me to call you
My Brother... My Sister...
Yet You Can't even Reach me
In the face of my End.
-sincerely, the highly confused black frehnd.
Joti Absalom
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I cried a thousand tears
Took a hundred jabs
I asked a million questions to no avail
I am a hero to somebody,
Endless Excuses to another,
And no matter how much I sacrifice,
or how much I Conquer,
It seems my world is always in equilibrium.
Joti Absalom
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They really came to ruin
What made its' very essence
So that they may look into a mirror
and be witness to what could have been
Joti Absalom
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I am floating,
I don’t know where I’m going,
And I am not lost.
I cannot truly see.
I cannot truly taste.
I cannot truly hear.
But every beat on Heart’s drum,
Is a step closer,
somewhere.
Joti Absalom
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Denisse Ariana Pérez
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