Post Civil War Chattanooga - May 25, 2016


This post-civil-war-torn-town
Gave refuge
To the shackled and bound.

This town's river bubbled
With hope from beneath
To attract the outcast
And mask the town's deceit.

Traffic soon birthed
To industrial sound.

Its booming business
Broke the backs
Of the beaten down.

Jim Crow rose
To further ostracize
And whiteout the spots
Missed by redlines.

This town's river bubbled
With sewage from beneath.
Today's gentrified waters
Taste just as bittersweet.

Silence Is Crimson - January 8, 2016


Someone's knocking on your door.

It's a black kid in middle school
Who'd like to ask you a question.

Why do people lock their cars
And cross the street
When he walks in their direction?

He's still knocking on your door.

It's not just how you answer,
But when.

Tomorrow,
He might not be allowed
To knock again.

Someone's knocking on your door.

It's a man without a home
Who'd like to ask you a question.

Why'd they tear down the shelter
To build condos
During this time of recession?

He's still knocking on your door.

It's not just how you answer,
But when.

Tomorrow,
He might not be around
To knock again.

Someone's yelling from next door.
It's MLK before his bitter end.
"You're holding up the Railroad!
Please get up and let them in."