Author: Q. Javon Overton

Love, honor, respect, and empathy. The building blocks of a worthy life are difficult. There are trials all boys must face to become worthy men. It begins with not being afraid of your emotions. The myth boys should not cry has crippled many a bright mind and future. Life is not microwavable. You must stand … Continue reading Necessary Truths

We all get trapped in our heads. We spend our lives trying to defeat the internal battles we face every day. We receive mental and physical scars that leaves us cowering in fear. We are afraid to re-encounter the source of our pain, to walk that lonely, unlit corridor alone. We keep secret of our … Continue reading Trapped in Our Heads

I looked at the moon tonight and saw your majestic face watching over the land of kings.  You stood at the edge of the Atlantic Ocean waving goodbye to ancestors long since gone. Blood still stained the sand.  The ocean lapped at your feet like the hungry hands of forgotten names clawing to be free … Continue reading Sand

It started as a whisper when I saw you walk out of heaven’s gate, and I whispered, there is my angel. I will marry her one day. When I introduced myself, I said my name was I love you. Fortunately, it was a whisper, and I squeezed out my name afterward. I have spent a … Continue reading A Whisper

Pain and I are having a love affair. It is, abusive, not wanting me to enjoy the beautiful sunshine or walk out to smell the sea air at the beach. Pain is a jealous lover, and she will not allow you to spend memorable moments with anyone but her. When she wraps you in her … Continue reading The Love Affair

I write to the sound of music.  It is a melody I want people to feel when they read my writing.  I want them to be touched by the rhythm of my emotions as I expose my soul to the world. I strive to uncover my love, my anger, and every ounce of me and … Continue reading The Rhythm of My Words

When we are young, we should fear the unknown. We are careless in our pursuit of tangible things. When we are old, we fear what we have seen in the world. In between, we make the mistakes they warned us about (our parents). We disregard the truth that faces us in a mirror because it … Continue reading When We Grow Old

There is a difference in how I love you. I crave you in passionate ways that lead me to beg for your touch. When I lie beside you, I am thrust deep into your soul, trying to lick my way to the core of your tenderness.  I have never pretended I was anything special. I … Continue reading Pain and Pleasure

You should never question the voice guiding your pen. It comes from the soul. It made sense before you put it on paper. It is a living legacy inside you screaming to see the light of day. Doubting yourself is like denying the beauty of a rainbow or pretending that a sunset can’t make you … Continue reading Just Write!!

A Walk Across Time Excerpt from The Sahara Did you know you are my tears when I am happy? My comfort when I feel down. You are my path when my eyes do not show me the way. My strength when the burdens of the day are almost too heavy to bear. You provide me … Continue reading A Walk Across The Sahara

Perhaps your ancestors were cobblers or herders, but when I call you Queen, it is so. You are my Queen. When I think of black love, I see your face looking at me across the table or beneath me as I ask for acceptance into your soul. Black love changed the history of the world … Continue reading Black Love

This cuts right to the heart of the crisis young black men face every day. When they are not at home, relaxed and loved, We are watching. When they are in the classroom, told they are young, gifted, and black with the world ahead of them, we are watching. When they make it past their … Continue reading Watching

America constantly questions the validity of the space Black Americans occupy. When America enslaved us, the pressing dilemma was how to steal more of us from Africa to fill more space. There were unspeakable things done to our people. Things we now bring to the light for the world to understand the atrocities we faced … Continue reading Black Space

There are so many words I want to say to you.  There are moments when my hands cannot keep up with my mind.  You truly are my muse.  A God-given angel walking beside me, sharing our dreams. I will give you my last tear, my last laugh, my last breath, and my very last ounce … Continue reading So Many Words

Forever PeopleOur blackness is not a prop. We do not protest the injustice we have faced lightly.We have lived but a moment in this myriad of injustices; it is hard to be gentle when reflecting on the pain of our people.They made us worship their Christian God. While they made it clear, that our black … Continue reading Forever People