Wanted

  Photo by Julia Formisland Creation by Roxette words by Brorha Train
All he wanted was acceptance 
All she wanted was acceptance 
All they deserved was acceptance 
All they cared for was love 
All they wanted was love
All they got was bruises 
From the many that couldn’t understand 
All they got were bruises 
Submitted in ink saying words like abomination 
All they felt was pain 
Injected into everyday eye contact 

that had no reason to give a negative 
All they received was shunning 
Of those that swore they understood biblical scriptures but never took the time to actually read the script
All they cared for was acceptance 
In the form of an embrace embedded in a hug that in many ways managed to remove the bruises and pain
All she needs is your love
Her as a person 

Her as a woman 

Her as she is 

Not what you want her to be 

But as a person 

So remember this is all she needs..

Allen Brotha Train Clark 2015

Love of the Arts

  
Sometimes spending time with my mom is a delight. She raised me to love the arts do it was only right that we go see Complexion together. She watched in awe as the dancers glide across the stage with movement that made her remember when I us to want to dance. She loved the interaction the sequence of movements and she had her eyes open for the entire show. How can I forget where my love for arts come from when she still loves them the same. 

Another Day Comes 

  
And she began her day like many others 

Clinging onto jacket and bag 

Throwing on outfits to match the 8hrs of stress to come 

Contemplating when the money will equal 

Feeling the need to go forward 

When she just wants to go back 

Remove all the layers 

Jump into quilted arms

Drift off into a land of dreams
And he sits 

Thinking of the time past 

Wishing for a good book 

Looking for a way out 

Not wanting to be apart of the nightmare called life

He wanted to be able to 

Close lids and see the darkness beneath the skins layer as eyes roll back and forth catching a new dream 

Drifting off into a land…

The Wait 

  
Tick tock 

Tick tock 

Slowly the time paces 

People move 

But motion of slow 

All just looking up 

At a board filled with destinations

Slowly moving up in a shuffle 

Heads and eyed follow 

For some 

these moments are about rest

For the travel holds content 

Books, ink , phones, and thought 

Tick tock 

Tick tock 

We grab our belongings 

Shuffle towards stairs 

Leading down a narrow path

Many push forward to gain a seat 

Close eyes to find more time to 

Tick tock….

Why Not??

   
Here I am with a need for a cup of coffee and since noon hearing the great sounds of a parade was clanging the entire time. For me this was an odd sound in the hood but as she said allen this ain’t the hood anymore. I walk out the door to be greeted by countless numbers of people standing around some in costume others assisting in putting on or setting up the bands straps for a long march.

 
I’m just some kid from philly and to say I’ve seen a Panamanian Parade before in the hood would be a lie but why haven’t I? It was a beautiful site people gathered as far as the eye can see speaking there native tongue waving the Panamanian flag with hues to match the pride of the people. 

  
In the mist of all of this, I finally made it to a shop lined with a lot of people inside taking in the moments on the street noticing the dances, the twirling batons, the high stepping and even the man dressed as a devil. One small cup and on my way back to the home I couldn’t help but think of the many parades we do have in philly but often they are down town or along the parkway. My guess it’s to show that we are a city of diversity but why is it that can’t be shown in north philly or Germantown or west philly is there a fear that people may see these neighborhoods as places worth staying worth visiting or it that the city its self just has a fear that they want to hold to until gentrification has made its way and then and only then will we no longer wonder why not..

A Fulfilled Destiny 

  
I felt like my life was overjoyed a few weeks ago. I never thought that moment would happen when seeing someone that helped direct you to this art upon the stage can impact you more than ever. His interaction with his audience was one long to cherish, his need to be with the people as one was cherished, his need to stop and talk was cherished, and at some point I felt like he just wanted to be one of us. In most cases people would have probably had wanted to see him doing poetry funny thing is I appreciate him as an artist I understand his need to speak and many times for as an artist to be limitless is where we should all be. He said to travel see the world speak to someone in a different language a different land in that to me was about me finding the wholeness in my journey. I don’t know maybe this is that for filled a moment where his words were not just to be spoken but to be heard and for me I hear down the question becomes when will I act on these actions instead of taking them as a passive moment because again how I’m I supposed to be if I cannot for fill my own destiny. Thank you Saul 

Memorable night with an icon 

  

Yesterday was a good day as Temple University hosted a sit down with playwright/poet and author Ntzaka Shang and Oz Scott about the creation of For Colored Girls the stage play. It was very inspirational and warming as you hear the story and understood the joy in making it. Producer/ director Lee Richardson was the host and poet/playwright professor Tamikka Williams presented her with a plaque from the mayor to celebrate the 40 year anniversary of the play.