The Girl In The Box by DD Wright


(Photo not mine.)
She was uncertain of her sanity.
Too many had served her chocolate cake &
smiled with her
before turning around
using it to make make up
for her face.
It was not just one
who blamed her whenever
she made a request or
wanted love,
that love that makes everything
she became addicted to the idea &
She fought hard to survive anguish &
on many occasions,
saved face by giving to others
what she so desperately needed.
The pit grew deeper.
The box grew steeper &
those who took,
became shadows at night.

She was uncertain of her worth.
Never believing she deserved
what she wanted to receive.
Never wanting to believe
what the others believed
about her
but the voice, confirmed by
those who claimed to love her,
never faltered,
yet became increasingly
more audible.
The echoes from within
became monsters &
she was determined to defeat them,
if only with her pen.
She had to win,
for the rest of them,
afflicted with this condition,
which remains without cure.

She was uncertain that anyone
would add to her ability to multiply,
only concerned with division
of her from her provisions,
subtracting in her dreams,
she wanted to scream,
“What is wrong with me?”
yet to afraid to even whisper.
Her mouth and mind has been
popped like Pavlov’s dogs,
far too many times to add to an equation.
She remained silent
without a soul to welcome her poetry.  Her below zero integers
infinitely growing
in the box.

She was not depressed
but oppressed,
died before she could repress
all that she was uncertain of.
Her beauty, only witnessed in
Now she is embraced by the light
of eternity.
May the girl in the box
finally rest in peace.  – DD Wright

I Love You Brother

I guess I don’t have to,
cry, march, feel
the pain.
If I saw my brothers the way
some saw each other,
would it save me from becoming
Some SAY it’s not about race or
the place where we want to race
when grace
has turned into shame.
How many times must we watch
the news report another name,
in vain?
What the F**K is going on?
Where is the shame?
Why are we immune to
murder & blood shed?
This sh*t is NOT…A…GAME!
And the audacity of those
ignorant ENOUGH to approach me
with deceit that they have been fed?
F outta my face because until you have walked around with a
black man, in love with his potential,
knowing his skin is reason alone to rob of him of his credentials,
laying with the fear
of a possible soon to be corpse,
bloodlines shared,
flashbacks of the horse,
you can not fathom my realities,
listening to Fox News &
that damn Bill O’Reily
report about STATISTICS,
related to my extended family?
Oh, the fire in my chest,
the tears in my eyes,
wanting to go to the shoe shiner
for a gloss before my feet rise,
to the alter with millions
of young black men,
holding on to my many fibers,
as we pray,
getting harder to believe,
that the story will ever change,
and still,
I cherish you Brother.
I love and defend your future BROTHER,
I fear for your life as
I look into your eyes BROTHER.
I stand for your value NEVER being altered!
I can not be hypnotized against you despite history and
false facts BROTHER.
THIS Sista will march either way,
with daughter in hand
until I’m too old to stand,
then I will be rolled in my chair,
fist up half tassel BROTHER.
I got your back, forever. – DD Wright


Check out the episode of “Chat and Chew” on Poetic Soul Talk Show if you missed it this past Monday We discuss the issue of young men of color being murdered on a regular basis. It is a conversation that needs to be repeated. Please feel free to leave
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