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Where does love go when it is not shared Does it crawl into a corner to wait for life Where does the soul hibernate when it is alone Do tears never cried fall silent in the mind's darkness When do you know you have given the purpose to love Do you spread your wings and … Continue reading Where Does Love Go

Tremble I have loved you in ways that only time has been witness to. I have given myself to our dream completely, brushing off any reservations. I live for your touch. I hunger for the taste of your mouth. I have cried for our losses, laughed at our successes. I have loved you with a … Continue reading Tremble

I remember the first time I tasted your lips, there was excitement and surprise. There are few moments I shall cherish more. I thank your parents for such a wonderful woman and friend. Such a canvas can only be painted once. © Q. Javon Overton 2019

4-10-86 I am the dreamer. I drift without effort Upon the clouds. I am the huntress, and forever I stalk the path Into the future, roaming the misty jungles of the Mind's eye. I am the strength of generations that have passed And will come. The flight of my dreams sends chills into the World … Continue reading Dreamer

Quiet anger is a cancer. It eats its way through the soft tissue of your mind, looking for your heart to attach itself to. Quiet anger is like an open wound you try to bandage, knowing nothing you do will ever stop the bleeding.Quiet anger takes that last piece of you and twists your reality … Continue reading Quiet Anger

Can I tell you why I cry in the dark? It is because I have forgotten how to save the worldI am cramped; it has been so long my wings will no longer unfurl There was a time that I soared above the earth searching for those in need of healingSo much self-inflicted pain and … Continue reading Tired Wings

Broken Man. 9-3-85 Why do you whip my child? He only wanted to know why we wear these chains? He can’t understand why being black is a reason to be ashamed! He looks at your child carrying a book, and he too wants to read Not knowing, they forbade it because it would supersede the … Continue reading Broken Man

A Rose 5-18-94 Deep in the heart of a forest, where surely no sunshine could flow There stood a single rose, surrounded by darkness, but still it did grow In all its beauty, it stood there, and I thought no one would ever see its beauty shine I discovered its beauty on a quiet moonlit … Continue reading A Rose

See My Tears 1-20-83 See my tears, feel my pain, remember my ancestors long ago slain Tired and hungry, I rise from my bed, cold winter days, with nothing to cover my head I am a scared little boy with no place to go, living just to die, with no time to grow walking the … Continue reading See My Tears

We say Happy Mother's Day as if the words on that one day come close to the miracle our mother is. From conception to birth, she spoke to us. She sang to us. When they laid us on her chest for the first time, there was an unbreakable bond reinforced that said we are forever. … Continue reading For Momma

I Dreamed of Butterflies I dreamed of fields with butterflies, and Dandelions swaying in the breeze Searching across the sunrise, it was as Pretty as pretty could be I learned not to ask the questions, that Gave me an answer that might hurt I learned to take it slowly, as the sun Shone in your … Continue reading I Dreamed of Butterflies

What has been the role of the Black woman/mother in our history? This is a question asked and answered through the eyes of a black man in America. It is my opinion; it is not a definitive narrative, but it is mine. Many Africans started in chains in America, men, women, and children. Dragged off … Continue reading African Woman

We are all hesitant to reveal too much of ourselves. The need to be accepted is a powerful curse that binds us all to the darkness. We fear ridicule and rejection when people perceive our imperfections. Every man and woman feels the pull of belonging, and he or she is fearful. For some, it happens … Continue reading The Curse of Success

I want to know your deepest desire. I want to surprise you with them. Is there a special place you want to make love to me? Perhaps a beach in Spain, a rainforest in Hawaii? Have you decided how often you will say you love me, or will you grind it into my skin when … Continue reading Your Deepest Desires

If I could walk across the ocean, I would walk back to Africa. I would cross the middle passage, picking up drowned souls as I walked. I would carry them back to the African shore and put them down upon our sacred land to flow back to their homes. I would get down and kiss … Continue reading A Walk to Mother Africa