What is Nostalgia

Nostalgia is daydreaming about the time when your mom and dad used to pick you up and swing you around for whatever reasons you can’t remember.

Nostalgia is daydreaming about the time when you used to cut off your baby dolls hair and get in trouble because you thought that you owned some time of beauty parlor. But you felt good cause the hairstyle looked cute at the moment. Proud.

Nostalgia is daydreaming about the sweet breeze that randomly came in when the window was open in the living room or the bedroom because you know that good wind was outside and it was not going to go to waste.

Nostalgia is daydreaming about the time in school when you and your friends laughed at random things until your stomach hurt.

Nostalgia is daydreaming about getting up early in the morning to go to a basketball game, band competition, or just being with your family.

Nostalgia is daydreaming about the first time you tried McDonald’s sweet tea. It was like a cold relief that was incomparable.

Nostalgia is daydreaming about the time you were staying over your friends house and going to see someone that you were currently ‘dating’. You thought you were fearless since you were being sneaky.

Nostalgia is daydreaming about the time you used to stay out of class because you were a senior and you had senior duties to tend to.

Nostalgia is daydreaming about the time you went to your first party and stayed out late because your parents finally treated you like an “adult”

Nostalgia is daydreaming about the first time you was finally alone with that person that you liked so much.

Nostalgia is daydreaming about the time you got your first job and you were so anxious to start working with people that you eventually got close with.

Nostalgia is daydreaming about that same first job that got on your nerves but your off days was worth it cause you had change in your pocket that you never had.

Nostalgia is daydreaming about the hot walks across campus. But everyone was out so you just had to be out too.

Nostalgia is daydreaming about the time you could actually fit into those favorite pair of pants.

Nostalgia is daydreaming about the time you and your friend did something risky but it was so much fun because you two were together.

Nostalgia is daydreaming about the time you first kissed this person that you only talked to for a while but you wanted to keep kissing them until the sun set and rose again.

Nostalgia is daydreaming about the time that same person made you feel like you were the most beautiful creature walking.

Nostalgia is hearing that song from a couple of years ago that you haven’t heard in awhile and you felt like you again

Nostalgia is daydreaming about some of these nostalgic moments that you just did………

A series of my Blackity Black.

1 LIE

They said we could walk on this side of the road

with peace and humanity.

They said we could ride this bus

with dignity and freedom.

They said we could eat supper here

with our shade on our sleeves.

They said we could attend school

with civilization and equality

They said we were free of brutality.

The bodies build as the lies do so.

2 My Brother

My brother was shot

My brother was killed 

Before my eyes

His pride was taken away 

My brother was a shade darker than you 

And you killed my brother

2 My Brother, 

Why they do this?

Was it because you were innocent?

Was it because you were minding your own business?

Or was it because you were unarmed?

My brother, O’my brother

They’re going to be forgiven

For what they did to you 

But your legacy will haunt their lives 

Forever

My brother. 

3 Goodbyes

I am not the messenger.

I am not the fault.

I am not the spiral of silence.

I am not the patient.

I am angry.

I am a homeowner.

I am a daughter.

I am a mother.

I am a sister.

I am a black activist.

I am a helper.

I am a doctor.

I am a teacher.

I am a movement. 

I am a human.

Treat us as we are.

4 Letter Word

When the days past 

The bodies begin to pile.

Voice of our speeches risen 

The color of our skin grew.

As it grew, 

We knew the 4 letter word

will swell and leave us scared.

The push 

We had 

The word, 

We didn’t. 

Last Try 

Today, 
this is our moment,

to relive and possess.

My sisters, 

My brothers, 

Today we will overcome 

We will make the freedom

Today,

We will stop the crime

We will wear our shade on our sleeves

With pride

With dignity

With freedom.

We will smell the long living roots in the air

We will come in the center

Hold hands 

and become harmony. 

One more time,

Praise it.