My Favorite Poem, By Angela Khristin Brown

The world is a quilt and each patch is a nation

Bound by a thread since the days of creation

Adorned with great color and radiant splendor

Though divided by race and religion and gender

In some eyes, it is handsome, in others contorted

The patches are different, unmatched and unsorted

Incongruous in pattern, in shape and in color

Not one is much similar to any other

So some try to imagine one great design

But in truth our uniqueness is really just fine

Nations and patches of all kinds and all sorts

Customs, religions, languages, sports

This is okay if each patch has its space

And on the quilt of the world, each nation has its place

But the stitches that bind us are easily shed

By the wars that are fought and the words that are said

We must realize the appearance of no patch is inferior

And the ways of no nation can make it superior

Divided by oceans, united by a dream

The world is a quilt and our love is its seam

Moral Obligation, by Angela K Brown

I am an apprentice by faith,

And God is the master of wisdom.

Our covenant is the fellowship of passage,

Redeemed by His Holy Spirit.

I am a journey man by fate,

And God is the temperament.

Our convocation is through prayer;

Humbled by His image.

I Believe, By Angela Khristin Brown

Sometimes the greatest struggle

Is to find peace of mind

Sometimes the mind goes astray

Only to find its way back to God

Teach me to crawl before I walk

Every step to heaven

So that I'm born a revived Christian

Rising higher and higher to God's glory

I first knew God when troubled

Then again when found

Now I believe what glorious sight

I accept Jesus Now

I believe

Oh I believe in the mercy of the Lord

He delivered me from evil to praise His holy word

Oh I believe in the mercy of the Lord

I believe that I am saved

I believe that I am saved

I believe in the healing powers form sin

I am humbled by the Lord

I am stronger by His ways

Oh I believe, Yes, I believe

Oh I believe, Yes, I believe

God I am thankful for the gift of life

You alone have blessed me

I thank you for giving me spiritual growth

To grow by the ability to love

Oh, yes, I believe

Michael Jackson, By Angela K Brown

We all gather together with one principle in mind

God blesses those amongst us and any kind

We celebrate our loss with a notion his soul is saved

Generously giving, he paved the way

He is in a better place now, he is amongst the best

Forever in our memories, let him lie in peace he rests

Haiti, By Angela Brown

God is our creator

His gift to us is love

As a community of hope

We can crush all doubt

To replenish all that is lost

Mother Nature is always blind to purpose

There is a reason outside fault

We must unite to rebuild a nation

With the obligation to restore life

Stood Up

The Beginning

A sigh of reprisal was an ambivalent cry

My aching heart dispels anger of being told no

Over and over again - the denial

The Middle

Longing for your acknowledgement

To be accepted into your realm of social life

I wait for your arrival to return my soul you took

The End

With every word lost in speech

I yearn to express the pain my heart feels

To not be loved by you

The Cult
Locked up

Ingrate minds

Neglected by their peers

Just a matter of time

Papa don’t claim him

Mamma can’t save him

Bargain with his own life

Just a matter of time

Ill doctrine lessons off the street

Idle minds dwindles about their peeps

Money laundering swindles of what to keep

Just a matter of time

Hustling cash on the dime

Got to get paid, got to get mine

Took another life an innocent child

Just a matter of time

Battling life’s struggle

Gang bangers style

Hope I live to see 21

Just a matter of time

Holy Spirit

The silent stillness

of quiet hem;

is a supple grace
of the holy spirit.

As the holy ghost

Is at service

To my soul.

To consume salvation;

To alter death;

Where angels rise

and shadows rest.

And as the day ends

And gospel fades

A prayer inhibits

a familiar beginning.

The Negra Saga of a Ghetto Queen

harassment and denial

from opposing religions

to either flunk her out

or to face rational decisions

drive bys, car bombs, and parents threats

the unteachable child

had many regrets

angry crowds knock out car windows

vengeful gangs kicked in doors

all against one student from reaching

her educational goals

God would not judge her

but grant her creed

Cancer Cell

pneumonia first called its name within the walls of a cell. Blinded pneumonia, carrier of

disease that roamed an ill virus through various blood cells. Horrific pneumonia, spectra

merging through cellular walls. A sickly virus from a destructive cold. Mania pneumonia,

that marked itself in place a lymph node a cold, ill place where bacteria roams to claim

cancer. A pneumonia cell that spreads word to other enzymes cancer has claimed a host

called death. Death has no age limit.

Vegas Dreams (Spoken Word)

Out of Vegas, the city that never sleeps, where anything is possible.

that dreams are made of of what inspires you. I am from what is honorably known

as the West side in Vegas. My hood is home of theCrip. Some know it as the ghetto

where many fear to be seen. My hood comes from where you don't know how to act of

the middle class - administrators, senators, educators, athletes, police officers, gang

members, peddle pushers, drug addicts, erotica and the sons and daughters of future Crip.

The west side is affluently known for black settlement in Vegas of the sixties. It is the

home of the Moulin Rouge where only the black stars had facilitation for entertainment

and where they were housed in its hotel. Vegas the home of the north town blood. Vegas

home of the south side Krip. It is all about zones. What comes from the hood stays in the

hood. The west side is a family raised in a village. It is the doctrine of faith and value
stood. The west side is a community of faith where everyone knows his place, knows

where he comes from, knows how to speak and give back to the place of residence. No

relations to drive bys, gang bangers, homicides. It is a unity of peace and love with who

you identify with. Home of the high drop out rate because youth can earn as much doing

service without a degree. Home of where schools were not desegregated until after 1978.

Home of high teenage pregnancy rate, where baby momma drama is a concern. Home

where jail bait was 15 years adult. Home where curfew was at 1 AM in the morning.

Home of the block parties where kids hung out in the street late nights to roam during the

summers. Home where athletes were not educated and could not read after high school.

Home where players had to be from another country or mixed to be popular on the team.

Home where drug dealers can earn 30 grand selling drugs off the street. Home where

prisons hold the abundant youth due to social poverty. Home where there is much fear of

disaster. Home where there is much love. Home where a college degree can mean

something to the development of the community and must not be taken for granted.
Baby Momma Drama
It takes two to make a child

in desolate of ignorant minds

that led a child to conceive a baby

babies having babies

at the age of ten

haltering a child of own

delivered by a paramedic

snapping hips back

to console to secrecy

worried about being caught

vowed through deception

from an under aged teenager

a baby momma drama

how old, old enough to conceal child

inadequate mask
to growing up too soon

from child to adult

a forced responsibility

somewhere out there

is a 30 something child

to a 40 then and some mother

whose child does not know who

their mother truly is?

Judgment
a fatal cry of deception

morally advised

Neglected by each emulated touch

fondling dreams of anger lie inside

Hazy, vivid memory

growing young in his possession

Disturbing images from abuse

wanting to break through, to recover

from an oppressing manifestation

Stereotypes

Stereotypes, is that a gesture? Are you entitled to pass judgment based

on preconceived thoughts? Is the circulation of thoughts based on

rumors? Do you judge because you do not care to understand my

position? Is it because you never got to know me and do not care? Can

you really tell by first impression that I am different? Is it my outward

appearance, you base judgment that I fit those stereo types? Can you

tell by looking at me, what you do not like about me? Is it my outward

appearance you hesitate to retaliate towards? Must we bargain with a

liturgy? Is it something I said that you’re against? Is it over something

someone said about me that has got you all fired up? Did I not follow

through based on your ideology of reasoning that frustrated you? Is it

right to judge, because of how I acted out that you must try to change

to your preferences? Shall I admit something is wrong with me? How

does one respond to stereotypes? I am who I am.

To Love Oneself

To love is to embody emotion to penetrate deep down in your soul. It is

the emotion to love oneself; because one must love oneself in order to

allow others to love you. Love is feeling of greatness that you place
God above oneself; because God it the gatekeeper of your soul. Are you

feeling me? Loving oneself means you are blessed that you feel good

about yourself and you are doing right by God. Loving oneself means

that you have an attitude of pride. You represent that feeling of

revelation that you have reached redemption of the mind, body and

soul. The way you carry yourself is how others will judge you. Love God,

love life and love oneself.

Faith
May your soul be filled with God’s wisdom

To become an apprentice of faith

May your heart be touched by nature,

To live by God’s words of hope

To encourage others to be followers of God

May spiritual education open the door to a closed mind,

To not be perturbed of evil

To become enriched in fate to guide the blind

So he to may seek holy spiritual freedom

Become a practioner of faith

Where hate is abandoned in fear of God

To be a protectorate from evil

To defend the belief of the Church

Where young minds can understand God’s leadership

For religious purposes of a spiritual creed

That defends the nation against wrongful deeds of hate

Where fate in God leadership to promote world peace

May God protect the female holy veil for equality

Open her eyes, Open her soul to the covenant of God

May men be teachers

May men be leaders

May men be role models

Of the family

Of the community

Of the church

May man think of Church as an audacity of hope of the family

To anticipate the love and guidance of social freedoms

God is my Shepard I shall not want

As I walk through the valley of fire I shall fear no evil

God is my temperament

May I profess the faith God gave me

I believe he is the deliverer of my fate

May God guide me from sin

As I live this journal to heaven.

A Time Remised

Confusion

Doubt

Emotionaly stressed

Vounerable inherit

Painfuly assist
Damper horizon

Moderatly senced

Mordified solution

Dangeraously admissed

Tranquil upset

Ferverently blessed

Inhale jeapardy

Externally confessed

An imagery, a concept

Figuratively obessed

A silent memorium
A gesture remised

A time remised

A time remised

A time remised

A time remised

A time remissed (silence)

I’m out

Our Love
How I love thee

As enchanted as time passes

You are forever in my memory

Through every sentiment sigh of retrieval

Compassion expels happiness

Valued in each kiss

I yearn for your warm caress

Missing the sentimental token

An epiphany of treasure unspoken

In captivated by words of choice

That persuade meaning

In how I conceive you

My heart thrust compassion

Consumed in lust

In dire need of every mood

My soul craves harmony

In unity of a companion

Who cares for me

Failing to meet your desires

You beat me with your fist

You curse me with your anger

You train my mind to obey

I can not handle my fate

Before I lie dead in your possession

Forsaken

Written by, Angela Khristin Brown

We have been taken as an enemy of all

In prison our ability to communicate with God

We have mistaken our old tired lies

Creating fear within our delicate skin

II

Drugged addicts holding us back

Alienating a rafters dark steps

The ghettos furious life sentence

Devious of the calm waters

III

We entrap our minds in dissolute times

An image of a storm perturbs warm waters

A roots bough underneath the soils foil

A shadows emerges a hallow path

IV

To taste its breath of poisoness air

Hovering silence embrace for peace

Time’s client is an admissive stare

Ghostly hands deplete death entrapment

Ghastly sign of escape of insanity

Trying to vacate his unsought welcome

The river trails defeat and defile voices behind

His huge plow hands hold in singes of dirt

VI

His back hold gashes of violet sups of blood

His heart meditates for a savior

The dark night encloses desire to be free

Lord, grant me strength

VII

Perilous dreams deferred

Envious puppets emulate denial

If tears could speak

It speaks of fear

VII

Align the dark shores

To compromise life in deception

Hammering light conspiracy

To position for failure

VIII

A quilt made of old tired jeans

A sewn patch from each generation

A coveted patch woven in gayety

A smoldering vintage kept hot

VIIII

And in the middle of the day

We would all exit

The storm

Amongst a clay of dust

And mother will bequeath love

And nature will provide fruit

And prayer will be inevitable truth

And the new born will never speak in silence

Red Nature
Red tepid water

drains through building

blocks of slothful thought.

Thrust winds, rain, sleet build

red energy from lightning in

the sky moldering in deception.

A scented red rose with

long thickly sharp prongs

speak of gayety pride.

A red liquid imprint from

an old newspaper personal

dreary same sex ad.

A tornado battled winds blew

down the red old country barn

in derivity of old tired accusations.

Awakening death dreary dark dark dark

black clouds with tiers of

red voices speak of

despair, agony and fear.

Red sun rays piercing

confused signs of life of

a lustful inquiry.

Chilly air rips through

the wear and tear

of a red old

withered

jacket

beaten

and

denied.