You have ducked, dodged and taken

many hits.

Life has had you against the ropes

more times than I can count.

You just keep on swingin’.

Boxing the wind,

Boxing the wind

I watch you jab, dance and punch at the wind.

Age just isn’t the Southpaw fighter’s

friend.

Bobbin’ and weavin’.

Caught cold a time or two,

you just keep on going

the distance. Palooka you say, who?

The years have moved on.

so much time has passed.

How many more blows

can you withstand?

How much longer can

the matches last?

You’re much slower now.

The fight’s in the twelfth round,

way beyond punch drunk,

Refusing to be knocked down.

Refusing to stay down.

The fight for now is over.

The match has reached its end.

Watching

what could have been

the world’s greatest

left-handed contender, tirelessly

boxing at the wind

A whole lifetime spent

boxing the wind.

cjj ©

Poem Written By: Chyrel J. Jackson

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Excuse me brotha,

I mean, King.

Rich Chocolate, high yellow, creamy caramel

brotha.

Can I just lay this out to you for a minute?

Tall and lean,

Thick and Stacked,

Short and pumped,

My brotha, you are all that.

You are the beginning of life and I bask in the

glory of you.

You are strength and power

and I want to sit at your side and absorb your

greatness.

Your eyes are smoldering, tender coals of sexy

and when you pimp and walk, I swear I hear a

Curtis Mayfield tune.

You are a perfect imperfection

and the very definition of right.

Your mouth is the tongue of experience

and I learn at your altar of wisdom.

You are cool and suave, intelligent and talented

and I shine brighter in your presence.

You are the foundation

and I stand on your shoulders, reaching for the

wholeness of family.

You sing your blues.

You play your jazz.

You rap your hip-hop

and I sway my hips to your beat.

I dig who you are and what you’re about

and I think it’s time someone said it.

ldw ©

Poem Written By: Lyris D. Wallace

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