I could be in love,
With a boy,
Who does not yet know me,
He isn’t sure if I fit.
Can we co-exist out of the shadows?
-#Mesh
🖊️#mjamescooper
#model @_lakesyde
#writer #readership
Glory be thyself.
In all things do well,
go forward & be African.
Forget to all those “other names”.
-#Obscure
🖊️#mjamescooper
#photographer @trevcole
#writer #readership
I could be in love,
With a boy,
Who does not yet know me,
He isn’t sure if I fit.
Can we co-exist out of the shadows?
-#Mesh
🖊️#mjamescooper
#model @_lakesyde
#writer #readership
(Back turned)
I feel your stare.
I smell your judgment.
Without utterance, I taste your lie.
I saw this coming man,
Heard that red flag slap the winds of dissent.
& now this…
-Don’tLookAtMeSideways
🖊️#mjamescooper
#artist @artbyreyah
#writer #readership
My appetite for war does not exist.
I must be missing some gene or a social rendering that didn’t take hold.
But my voice is strong,
My armour in place, the mind, free.
The giant in me is quieted,
But do not think me passive,
Beware, the dormant beast
-#LiesWithin
🖊️#mjamescooper
#artist @wuh.ey
#writer #readership
Black bodies swinging to some new groove, this fruit is still so strange,
still so magnificent, so African.
New instruments playing an old song.
Don’t mind the branches,
just listen to the leaves.
Bellied within a system of plagued identities: Nigger, Negro, Colored, Black, AfroAmerican...
Still, beautiful persistence, not strange, just in a strange land, with strange lies, becoming norms.
But we were meant for more than this,
we are life-breathing-organisms,
fettered with purpose.
So take the blindfold off.
-#UntieMe
🖊️#mjamescooper
#artist @artbyreyah
#writer #readership
Shit on my mind
No money for this grind.
But I won’t go mad,
At least not before I get
Old, old, old.
I still have gold potential.
-#HeavyMetal
🖊️#mjamescooper
#artist @wuh.ey
#writer #readership
Safe boundaries that aim to raise up, separate
& confine to the corners of democracy.
-#Shroud
🖊️#mjamescooper
#artist @maisonartc
#writer #readership
