Holiday Blues vol. i


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Thanksgiving begets introvert problems slash holiday blues.

I don’t wanna small talk
Plus everybody can’t cook;
Yeah I said it, start spreading the news.

😳 Please don’t invite me,
🤨 The way my stomach setup,
🤔 I don’t wanna be rude…

I come from a different culture
and I’m fresh off the 21-Day Veggie Challenge,
I can’t eat that food.

The Thanksgiving holiday got me over here practicing like:
🤦‍♂️ sorry, I don’t do potlucks!
👀 No Thank You, I just ate.

Introversion got me ducking berates of “Who made the potato salad?”
“I know you didn’t just renege?!”
and “Let me fix you a plate?!”

The way my tastebuds setup,
I don’t wanna know nothing ’bout no crunchy macaroni,
No zing of flavor,
Or undercooked food.

If the cook ain’t got full lips, Elbow fat, or black girl hips,
I’m not in the mood.
‘Tis not the season for something new,
If I gotta suffer through small talk,
I need soul food. 🤓

@StevieStreets #thinkingoutloud #poem | Holiday Blues vol. i


The Power of Poems


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Pulling through panic attacks
The power of poems

@StevieStreets #mentalhealthawareness #haiku | The Power of Poems

The Write Thing To Do


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Ahhh, Anxiety
The 3:00 a.m. Rendezvouses
My Art Therapy

I cope with haiku
…forces me to be present
The Write Thing To Do

Gotta muddle through
The panic at the disco
No anxietude

I cope with haiku
It brings me into The Now
The Write Thing To Do

These Five-Seven-Fives
Have been keeping me alive
Ahhh, Art Therapy

Do The Write Thing, Please
It’s cheaper than therapy
You can count on it

Counting Syllables
The one thing I could count on
The cure is haiku

@StevieStreets #mentalhealthawareness #haiku | The Write Thing To Do

February 14, 1991


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February 14, 1991

I’ll never forget the day; I’ll never forget the year


I remember when them dirt-bags tried to jump and you suddenly appeared


You stood there to make sure I got a fair one, they ain’t wanna shoot the fair one


Edwin and I never got chased after that day in ‘85,

Lord knows I was so glad to run into you and Saint-Claire that day in ‘85


My mind state was “I might be young but I can still hold a gun,” after you died


I was riddled with so many questions – at first glance I had to second-guess the who’s, how’s, and why’s – after you died


Sometimes, I still wonder: who could kill the coolest man alive?
You’re still the coolest dude I ever knew, dead or alive


It’s been 27 years to date and I still wish you were here

Sometimes I see you with the LL Kangol, frontin’ in the square


Heaven only knows what I would do to hear you say: “if you don’t look like your cousin Taylor ha, I swear”


It’s been 27 years to date and I still wish you were here


Sometimes, I wonder: how it feels to celebrate a birthday knowing your twin is not here


Long story short, cousin Dan – you was the man,
I just wanted to take a moment to let you know you still got love out here


@StevieStreets #homage #poem | February 14, 1991


Deep AF


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I’m no stranger to displaced anger and disfunction.

I know what it is to live when anxiety is suffocating
And depression is crippling
And the propensity to be something forces you to function when you’d rather do nothing.

When shall your wounds welcome their scabs?

To heal a wound, you have to stop touching it.

Sometimes I’m coping with mixed emotions like I’m so HAPPY yet so SAD…

Often I’m dealing with the duality of mental health and my best self like
Ego is the enemy and YOU ARE ENOUGH – even in your ruggedness.

Truth be told,
The vibe never lies and energy is everything…
Long story short:
We long for love in view of the fact that we don’t know how to accept it.

I see too many adults living with codependency issues ’cause the child within was neglected.

Why do hurt people hurt people?
Why do mental health memes cut deep?

I once read: “If you don’t heal what hurtcyou, you’ll bleed on people that didn’t cut you.”
And thought “that’s deep!”

@StevieStreets #BlackMentalHealthMatters #poem | Deep AF

Did I Miss The Fall?


Pump your brakes Jack Frost!
Did I miss the fall?

@StevieStreets #globalwarming #haiku | from The Fall Collection: Did I Miss The Fall?

Black Lives Matter, Still


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We’d like to take a moment to pay homage to the life of Emmett Till…

Sixty-three years later we’re chanting Black Lives Matter still?!

Peace to the mothers that had to bury a son.

Peace to the photographer that captured the harrowing image of a stoic Mamie Till peering at her son.

When will the impunity enjoyed by Make America Great Again extremists come to an end?

Why do tough on crime conservatives fail to prosecute when the plaintiff has pale skin?

It’s been sixty-three years to date and America continues to fail the Black Youth.

Peace to the Emmett Till Generation and organizations that empower the Black Youth.

Let us never forget brother Emmett nor the brothers and sisters slain neath the blind eye of society.

Question: How can one afford a peaceful protest, while our brothers and sisters are dying violently?

@StevieStreets #artisactivism #poem | Black Lives Matter, Still

The Pizzeria


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Let me get a slice!
Make that two; not too hot though.
The Pizzeria

@StevieStreets #haiku | The Pizzeria

Cultivating Minds


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They say all you need is a garden and a library.

How cool would it be to start an urban garden at the library?
Did you know you could get hierloom seeds from the library?

ask a librarian if they have a seed library.

If you’re swamped by food deserts,
All you need is a library.

I want you to tap into the wellspring of resources made available to you through the the library.

My poems are not poems,
This is me planting the seed:

Peruse the 630’s,
Learn about container gardening at the library.

They say money doesn’t grow on trees,
Well food deserts don’t bear no fruit.

Who taught us to devalue nutritional value?
It’s like printing your own money when you grow your own vegetables and fruits.

All you need is a garden and a library,
Leave no room for reproof.

There’s a huge difference between wholefoods and Whole Foods,
The library is a place to grow
And your mind in bloom is like a tomato garden on a roof.

May you come to maturity at the library;
The secrets of societies are hidden in plain sight at the library.

But don’t mind me,
I just pen poetics, prophecies, and philosophies at the library.

@StevieStreets #takewhatyouneed #poem | Cultivating Minds

Where’s Book Bae At?


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Where’s Book Bae at?

I’m looking for the girl whose face is blocked by a book.

When I really want to get to know a woman,
I listen to her playlists and read her favorite books.

I need a well-read black girl that tweets “geek the library” and “booksarebae.”

If you know the book was better and exclaim “don’t touch my hair,”
We got a lot of private jokes to share.

So Lisa, Angela, Pamela, Renee,
If you see Book Bae, send her around my way.

I like ‘em afro bloomin’ with the melanin poppin’,
#turnupabook tee, #readmore button rockin’;
I still believe in three ninety eight point two,
what more could I say. ️

If you enjoy long romantic walks through the bookstore,
We could go out and read somewhere. 😉

@StevieStreets #blackgirlsread slash #prettygirlsread #poem | Where’s Book Bae At