Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Silk Blindfold

Privilege blinds
When non-melanated voices
Clamor about rioting in Baltimore streets
Prefaced by silence about Freddie Grey
The terrorist attack in Garissa, Kenya
And the kidnapping of the Chibok girls by Boko Haram
Are mere blips on the radar
While Charlie Hebdo gets primetime
I don’t have to wonder
Why #BlackLivesMatter
They only matter most to other Black lives
Black on Black crime is the same as White on White Crime
Yet only one has a term
It’s easier to kill your neighbor next door
Who looks like you
Than to go cross town and shot a stranger

Privilege blinds
Some have the audacity and stupidity
To talk about race
To talk about being colored
To talk about being Black
When they have a choice
Of being English Irish French German Italian Danish
Or just plain ol vanilla white
What else can I be other than Black?
What else can I be other than Ugandan American?
I know as much about being White
As some do about being Black
I know what they say about assumptions
So to avoid making an ass out of you and me
I keep quiet
I observe
I listen

Privilege blinds
Even to the fact that one is blinded
One has the capacity to create what is satisfactory
Eschewing all that goes against the perfect picture
Before the laws, the practices, the regulations
Society holds up White supremacy with our minds
Society supports it with our thoughts
Because when a form of protest
Becomes more problematic
Than issue that is being protested
And no solutions are given
Then what are we seeing?
Where is the clarity?
We are so far gone
In a surreal post racial experience
As some frolic with happiness
They never notice
That they are dancing on graves

Tuesday, April 28, 2015


My heart does what it wants
It doesn’t listen to my mind
My mind knows who he is
But my heart refuses to be swayed
I want to be the right one
The One
One of these days
Because he could be that for me
I could listen to him forever
Accents do something to me
I’m so international
We joke
We laugh
His smile
His whole smile is a thing of beauty
I can admit I’m smitten
I just want to give feeling
To take root
To grow
He still cares
When this flower
Is in full bloom

Monday, April 27, 2015

I Wanna Be

Stronger than my body

Respect my divinity

My family should not be shot like animals

Why must my life turn into a hashtag
A movement?
Why do I have to assert my significance?
I have always mattered

Tired of being guarded
He could give me what I need
If only I ask for it

Because I can
I am

Quiet (4/26)

My mama is retired
After thirty odd years
Of working for The Man
He has given her freedom papers
So as she sleeps
I rise
The diligent worker bee I am
Getting things ready
For another workday
For another work week
I think of the future
Which helps me with
The lack of free time
Me time
A few moments
Snatched here & there
I have yet to reach
My full potential
Duties are calling me

Break (4/25)

So easily I think I’m invincible
But I am only a woman
A mere mortal
I need rest
I need love
Both are within my reach
I have to wear myself down
Be open
Be honest
What I want
What I need
Is within my reach
Sometimes I have to break
To come back together

Friday (4/24)

Check cleared
Week’s end
Good time?
It depends
Energy high
BS low
What are you saying?
I gotta go
Working hard
Oh so chill
Today would be everyday
If it was my will

Thursday, April 23, 2015

The Chase

I stop
Move slowly and quietly
Maybe if I am undetected
I can sneak up on Happy
Happy comes and goes freely
Just as we get close
It slips away
And Calm runs right after it
I quit
And decide to take a seat
I am tired
And my breaths are short
I sit quietly
Tuning out the world
As I sit
 I think
About the tornadoes
I have stood through
The storms I have weathered
Then I look to my left and right
To see Happy and Calm sitting
On either side of me
I sigh deeply
And sit

Professional Rollercoaster (4/22)

Sometimes I wake up on top of the world
And return to bed and wonder
What happened?
My good intentions were innocent
Why were they slaughtered so mercilessly?
Too tired of fighting for calm
Tired of fighting for peace
Tired of fighting to do my job
This poem is an afterthought

Weekday (4/21)

Up ready to face the world
It’s waiting for me
I know what I gotta do
Do you?
Bills can’t wait foreva
So I neva
Sleep too long
Time’s getting gone
After a weekend of rest
My only request
Is that I get paid in full.

Monday, April 20, 2015

I Get High

I get high, high, high
I get high, high, highI get high off the memories…
I get high, high, high
I get high off the memories

I remember when I was a person
Biology had failed me in my humanity
I was barely 3/5ths of a person
Before my brothers were given their 40%
And I became American
Then I could vote
But I still wasn’t a big somebody
I wasn’t a man
I wasn’t White

I get high off my own supply
My nappy hair
My Z Snap
My anger
My tendencies to be grammatically incorrect
My ghetto and my ratchét
Even though the pusha man
Sells my supply at a premium
Thinking it belongs to all y’all

I remember not being beautiful
Trying to buy it with Ambi Bleach and Nadinola
Trying to relax all the ugly out of my hair
Buying blue and green contacts
Just so I can see beauty
And others could see beauty when they see me
Working so hard to be straight
Because who likes curves?

I am high
Elevated to a whole ‘nother level
Looking down on white Feminism
Part of me wants to shout,
“The air is better up here!”
My colored sisters look at me and laugh
They understand that our level isn’t for everyone
Some intersect
And others run parallel
The womanist air is too sharp for some
I just sigh and lay back on a cloud

I get high, high, high
I get high, high, high,
I get high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high, high…

Sunday, April 19, 2015


Forget it
I’m not human
But I’m super
Twist hair at the speed of a flying bullet
I gets it done
The only
I take care of business
Even that you didn’t know of
I got that work
I keep you in amazement and awe
How did she do that?
I make the difficult look easy
And the impossible possible
I am more than mere flesh and bones
I am an idea
Something like a dream
Elegant like a queen
Shiny like the real thing
I glitter because I am gold
14 carats straight from the heart
My strength is not measured
In pounds or kilos
I am my own force of nature
I don’t chase storms
Storms chase me
To capture my perseverance in action
In being stronger than the average bear
Yogi knows
I am emotional steel
A unique alloy

Worthy (4/18)

Of less pain
Of no pain at all
Of freedom from suffering
Of deep breaths
Of restful sleep
Of feelings
Of sadness
Of life
I am.

Yes To The Dress (4/17)

I was broken
I was pain
Holding on to the pieces for dear life
Sunlight was my kryptonite
I decided then that this day was for me
I watched shows on the DVR
I crocheted 
I did me
It was time to get out of my muu muu 
Find clothes to wear 
But I decided to wear a casual dress 
To greet the sweet 75° outdoors 
So I closet shopped 
Each dress saying,
"MUKISA! You have arrived!"
So I say yes
To loving my appearance 
To loving myself 
And to relax

Thursday, April 16, 2015


You look at me
And you see
The pretty colors
Arranged for your viewing pleasure
Yet you silently wonder
How I do it
No one sees the thread loosen
The binding get weak
The shape get slack
As fabric beings to peel back
I retreat to my dark solace
And let time unwind me
Until I am an unfeeling pile of scraps
Trying to get rest
No interest
In besting anyone
For that is an energy bill I can’t afford
Trying to catch my breath siting still
Willing myself to respect limits
So as the sun rises
The day brightens
My stitched up scraps
Pop brightly again

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Halfway through

I can see it
I have made it quite a ways
I have so far to go
I know that I will get there
But it will take all of me
Sleepless nights
Painful days
Stress reactions in ym body
I have come too far to turn back
For in retreat I would have covered the full distance
Sometimes you have to know when to say when
And when to press on
I have faith
Which will carry me

Tuesday, April 14, 2015


I don’t talk about this much
Simply because
People don’t understand
And they judge out of their blissful ignorance
You have never been overweight
A day in your life
Yet you try to chide for taking the “easy way” out
Are you sure?
I think it’s much easier to be a smaller size
And to never be discriminated or bullied
Because of numbers on a scale
To have better choices for fashion
To be able to ride all the rollercoasters
To be comfortable with the lap belts in an airplane
But my opinion doesn’t count because I’m fat, right?
Even if I was to wear “fat” as a badge of pride,
It would irk you that I am starting to discard it
Working hard to shed your label
And break your box
Because I’m clever like a fox
I know that your mouth of knives
Is powered by a furnace of insecurity
All you have left to build yourself up
Is to try and tear me down
So go head
Talk about my looks
If it helps you sleep at night
Because my looks can and will change
But…what about you?

Ulcers (4/13)

What is it?
Because calmness doesn’t stay here long
I am fond of
Just calling it quits
Because despite my best interest
My best efforts
And my best intentions
Dysfunction still reigns
And we are his loyal subjects

What is it?
Why are you calling my name?
Is there something wrong?
What is wrong?
Because I have never been summoned for something right
It makes me endeavor to change my name
To stay out of sight
To be inconspicuous is always the goal
I can keep my head down and be busy

What is it?
An announcement?
I hope it is nothing bad
Another tactic to enslave e me
To the needs of this company
Giving time I can’t afford
That is WAY more precious than time and a half
Oh, whew.
Change in procedure.
Never mind.

Spirit Peace (4/12)

Peace be with you
And with your spirit
That always confused me, until now
I always thought
Just saying, “Peace be with you”
Like before covered it all
It was easy, it flowed
I suppose that peace in your spirit is more permanent
We humans are hell bent
 On being fickle creatures
On every news headline and magazine
Posing on the scene
 For the love of money and the money of love
Never seeking peace
Or understanding our restlessness
But I understand that spirit
Is the anchor of us all
So if the crashing waves try to wash me away
My peace has me still

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Club Love

I’m not here to drink
So don’t think
You can pick up my tab
Just so I can follow you home
Know that
Just like I didn’t come here
To meet you
To greet you
Or become your little plaything
Your sex toy
Get back boy
Cuz the only thing getting played is the music
The record scratches
As my hips turn
Real girls get on the floor
Watch and learn
Just me and the music
I don’t need to clap back
Singing along to the music
Cuz I got it like that
I know the DJ
Might be in his clique
Now I am wondering
Will my blue dress fit
I might wear it
But I’m nothing like a devil
Just give me the snare, the high hat
Lyrics, base & treble
Let it cover my heart beat
Too sweet
This club love

Friday, April 10, 2015


I am blossoming
Spring has sprung within me
One –third of April is gone
And these 10 days have smelled sweet
Even when April showers have darkened and rattled
The promise of chirping birds and caressing breezes awaits
I clean in homage of this wondrous season
Casting away old things to let things grow anew
I meet and greet every day with a smile
And most days the sunshine smiles back
The days where gray clouds and humidity stand guard
I breathe deep
Inhale the wet promise of flowers and trees
The verdant shining of Mother Nature’s emeralds
After a hard long Chicago winter
Spring is here
Inside and out.

Feelin Myself (4/9)

I'm ridin round & I get it
I'm ridin round & I get it
I'm ridin round & I get it
It's mine, they sent it
It's mine, they sent it
It's mine, they sent it

This my remix & I ain't 2 Chainz
I'm not no lazy broad
I get up & do thangs
Move maine
Get out the way
Handling my bidness
No time to waste 
No need to buy my drink
Yeah I got it
Cuz you really want something else 
And I'm not it
I'm a woman about mines
Never been a jump off
Always got some nice flats
Cuz I stay taking pumps off
Don't need no high heels 
Already stand at 5'9"
My checks never be short
I stay doing overtime
I stay doing homework 
All about the next level 
When it comes to music 
I love the bass & the treble 
Don't forget about the high hat & the snare
When I party both my hands are in the air
I don’t wanna hear about nothing else
Cuz in this moment I’m feelin myself
Cuz in this moment I’m feelin myself
Feelin myself
Fee-feelin myself

I'm ridin round & I get it
I'm ridin round & I get it
I'm ridin round & I get it
It's mine, they sent it
It's mine, they sent it
It's mine, they sent it

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

No (Social) Life

Blind ambition
I don’t see obstacles
Staying up to 2 am for a paper is fine
Still rising in time
For work at 10 am
I can say that I gave my all
You don’t have to call
And ask about my life
Or my lack thereof
Living only for tomorrow
Is for those who can only afford
To see beyond the end of their nose
I have been blessed and privileged
To be of old money
To have a future to invest in
Testing, testing… 1,2,3.
Can y’all hear me
Clear me
Of the debt
Of your stereotypical womanly expectations
I don’t need to be dating at a certain age
I’m quite fine turning the page
At the guestbook
Of someone else’s wedding reception
Since I have plenty of fine dresses to wear
In order to be the best we
I gotta be the best me
Sorry, Auntie
I have to run and do homework
Nice talking to you

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Man of My Thoughts

I could easily write about you
For hours on end
Your great qualities
That I am certain of
Your calmness
Your intelligence
Your passion
Your compassion
Your ambition
Your heart
Your love
I could easily write about you
For hours on end
But will I ever know
The experience of meeting you
Knowing you
Loving you?
I am skeptical
Because Cupid
Has yet to write you in my calendar
So focused on assignments, commutes,
Travel times and classes
Paychecks and school debts
But I know better than to say never
God has proven me wrong several times
So I as think about your jokes
Your seriousness with a mischievous streak
Just your way
I cherish these thoughts
Until I meet you first

Tired (4/6)

Too hard
I tried to
Doomed to a long episode of exhaustion and regret.

Easter (4/5)

I have to rise up
Like He did
But I keep getting pulled down
Are pretty heavy anchors
But I gotta do better
Please Lord, help me get it together.

Saturday, April 4, 2015


They taught me to wait
In dark, hushed silence
With extinguished candles
In my best tailored outfit
And a jacket to ward off the chill

They taught me to wait
After a group of readings
A flash of light
As we observed and gave praise for His resurrection

They taught me to wait
For he will come to me
For He won’t forsake me
And take me
To evil

They taught me to wait
And for once
In my impatient life
I am so glad I did

Friday, April 3, 2015


I can’t help but reflect on a day like this
What I was taught to believe
That He
Died for all of us
So I trust and believe
That everything will work out
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
On earth, as it is in heaven

But it hurts my heart
To see rules
To see religion
Strip us of the very compassion
That was bestowed upon us
People use their religion to hate others
People use their religion to condemn others
People use their religion to hate and condemn themselves
So I ask
Where’s the love?
Where’s the love in that?

Do we really love Him?
Do we really love ourselves?
Do we really love other?
I have faith
That the answers someday
Will all be yes