Author: Q. Javon Overton

Zeta is a character in a book. A warrior queen who represents the inner strength I see surging in the eyes of many black women today. A quiet fierceness that makes me mourn the loss of our ancestral cultures. We black men, need to unite to give our women a reason to be honored to … Continue reading Brothers, Can You Submit?

Sometimes I wonder why my heart does not faint when I look at you.The rush of love and passion makes me weak with desire. Some people debate whether their cup is half full or half empty. That does not concern me because you fill me to the top of my soul every day.How could I … Continue reading Half-Empty or Half-Full

When I write these passages to you, I am writing them in you, through you, and of you. My pen drips with the essence of your life-giving love, oozing around my soul, my pen. I am forever exploring the woman you are to lead my creativity into deeper depths, leading my creativity to higher heights. … Continue reading To You, For You

May I take your hand… PleaseCan I make you understand… I love youPlease don't walk away, girl… StayPlease don't make me chase my dreams again… I will I don't think you understand the depth of my love… TryYou keep saying you want to be loved… Come to meLet me caress and carry your heart into … Continue reading Evolution of Love

I want to walk you onto the world stage and show the world how to tease the animal out of a queen. I want you to stand in plain view of every being in the universe and tremble down to the core of your womanhood. Girl, I want to kiss you deeply and feel your … Continue reading You stand as My Queen

I love you deeper than the vibrations of my voice can reach into your soul I have loved you for so long it has made time an afterthought  My love for you exploded into existence when the universe came to be, and I waited for your beauty to emerge Our passion has inspired every lover's … Continue reading I Will Love You Forever

There are moments when I can smell the sweet fragrance of your skin. I feel the gentle brush of your lips as you give me butterfly kisses in the dark. I fantasize I can feel the curve of your hips as I run my fingers along the curve of your body into the crease of … Continue reading Creatures of The Night

11-15-14 It would help if you rememberlife is a cycle.It always comes full circle, and thegood and bad balance out. That isthe way of nature. However, whatdoes one do when you have comefull circle, and the ends do not meet?

Sometimes when the wind blows, I think I hear your voice whistling in the breezeI close my eyes and daydream to the sound of you teasing me into a game of love. I dream you are dancing for me, leading me into your oasis of love.I am afraid to open my eyes; I would be … Continue reading Dance For Me

Please don’t make me open my eyesI might lose this dream whereI am holding you in my armsI didn’t realize I had stoppedDreaming until I heard yourvoice I never thought I could feelThis way again; I had forgottenWhat it was like to let my heartSoar Every time I think of you, itLeaves me weak and … Continue reading Call My Heart

My love, will you walk with me? I want to offer youpassage into my soul. It is a journey I have neveroffered to anyone. If you are willing, we will passthrough each other, so our souls are one.I have taken a vow to live this life sharing allI am on my quest to show you … Continue reading Her Light

I love you the way I love my blacknessFrom the top of your head to the solesof your feetI love you the way I love my blacknessI love your hair and the way it flows, like theNile supreme, flowing in its greatness too far offplaces, bold, beautiful, and completeI love your face as it reflects … Continue reading My Blackness

I have written that we can love each other the way we love our blackness, but what does that mean? Can we look at the multitude of shades we are and define the way we love each other? Does our blackness come with an instruction book? Does the book tell us we should favor lighter … Continue reading The Way We Love Our Blackness

America is not America Anymore America is not America anymoreno more golden doors, no lanternslit to welcome the tired and sickAmerica is not America anymorewe no longer open our arms, neverto lend a helping hand, we have ravagedforeign lands, and we dare immigrantchildren to want better.America is not America anymoreour politicians lie and steal from … Continue reading America is not America anymore.

We Wear a Legacy When I think of you, I can feel the earth vibrate under my feet.My legs, broken pedestals, beg my feet to find you.I stood in the shadows, hearing the pejoratives spoken about my soul.I know where you are, but I dare not allow my mind to see the insult he performs.This … Continue reading We Wear a Legacy