Holy Visitation
This is a holy visitation
Heaven meet earth moment of hesitation
Dedication to this higher dimension,
Levitating this soul in meditation
Spirit man was in starvation
Calling out for a holy visitation
Now that I got this vivification
Quickly oozing and dripping solution
For this generation so caught up in pollution,
Trap game poverty mindset education
Reducing the poor black and latino hood
Into a game of red and blue chess board
From LA all the way up to Harlem
Resistance revolution has gotta make a
comeback from the tomb
Who dug up the grave
Resurrected the brave
Educated the masses
Eradicated the classes
Elite system of past ages
Turning a nobody into a somebody
From nothing to everything
From enslaved to freedom
From dead to alive
From paralyzed to mobilized
Subitize the subtilize
into a more in your face movement
that's called to bring your soul to stay woke
To all the littering
Feeding your timeline,
making your mind ripe
With repetitive bite
Ready to clap back with divisive answers
With no definitive elegies that's worthy of the time and hassles
Only eulogies of the proud and boastful
That stays stuck in the past like the eras of the good old days
Subliminal time neglecting
Diversity in the diverse city
No unity, community, civility,
servility, fertility in the ground
Only division, no addition
Unless there's a bank account
with your soul in it
Dollar signs
made you sign
On the dotted line
Now you're a puppet good for
Only distracting etiquette
Meant to seduce any minute
To whomever pays a dime for your time
But what do I know?
I'm a man that observes time and waits for the holy visitation.
Proser of the Month: @James.
Hi, Prosers!
Around a month ago, we crowned @Fauxhero as our Proser of the Month (PotM), which was introduced as a way to celebrate the talents and contributions of the community.
Our next Proser of the Month is someone who has been a wonderful member of our community, always providing support to his fellow Prosers. He joined our lovely community and ever since has been one of the most supportive and welcoming Prosers here. Pair that up with his writing prowess, how could we not?
Your Proser of the Month this month is @James! Congratulations, this is absolutely deserved. You rock!
What does this even mean? Well, firstly, it gives you bragging rights. It also gives you a beautiful PDF version of our favourite piece of yours, voted by the team. We will send you this via email. Print it, frame it, hang it. It’s yours to do with what you will. The piece that we have chosen to showcase is, “War.”
Across our social media each week we will be sharing your profile and prose to our followers. We believe that it’s important to show the world what talent you have, the journey you have been on, and the growth that you have made as a writer.
Karen, our super talented designer, has made a video of your piece, which is available to watch now on our YouTube channel. (We will embed the link in this piece.) We will share this across our social media channels, and we hope that all Prosers will too!
We couldn’t be more proud to have you as a part of the community, a community that we know will join in with congratulating you on this achievement. Thank you for sticking around, thank you for being an integral part of Prose.
Until next time, Prosers, keep doing what you do. Write.
Prose.
Please
I don't understand.
Why do you all love me
For the way I look?
It's only skin and bone,
Fat and muscle.
I want to be loved
Because I use big words
And trip over air.
Because I always
Take care of people.
I don't want to be
Called beautiful
For the body that
I've been starving.
I want to be called
Beautiful for the
Intelligence in my eyes,
The kindness in my voice,
And the sadness
In my heart and soul.
Please. Please.
Love me for the reasons
That I love you.
That Day
So many thoughts racing through my mind as the car rolled back into the driveway. Only gone an hour, and the phone call brought me home. She's gone. Legs shaking, no need to hurry to the door. Not knowing what was inside.
Entering the house, like so many times before, I was unable to see the faces of my family, blurred by fear. And if they were crying, and they were, my ears were deaf to the sound. As if drawn into a vacuum, floating to her bedside, I was there in an instant, staring in disbelief. What was this now, my mother?
It took two years to lose her. It took two more weeks to say goodbye. Now, in this instance all I wanted was more time. Heart beating hard and fast, so alone and panicked.
Gasping like a fish exposed to all things painful. Clutching at her porcelain feet while kneeling at her side, I howled my primal protest as if I would forever. A finality, a truth like no other crushed me, as I realized what was lost. And then I felt my soul crumble. The pain was worse than the shatter of my heart.
Never to feel her comfort again.
Cold nights, quiet rooms
I lie awake, my mind wondering
Are you safely sleeping?
Are you having nightmares?
Or are you dreaming swiftly amongst the clouds
Maybe you're also awake and cannot sleep
Because something's been bothering your mind
Something you can't keep anymore
Like a wave of emotions, waiting to flow
Sometimes I wonder,
If we're dreaming the same dreams
And sharing nightmares together
Like our minds are connected
Never to be brought apart
My heart wants you
My heart wants to be with you
Do you want the same things
Or is it just me?
A Poem She’ll Never See
If life with you is just a dream
Then let me dream through eternity
If I have to wait for a hundred nights just to see you
Let me wait for a hundred more
Because you are worth every sleepnights
Every hopeful dream, every frightening day
You deserve the stars and the moon,
A garden with all its beauty,
A flower with all its bloom
You deserve every precious gift a man can offer
Because you are one special lady
Because you are the woman I love...
