This is a holy visitation 

Heaven meet earth moment of hesitation 

Dedication to this higher dimension,

Levitating this soul in meditation

Spirit man was in starvation 

Calling out for a holy visitation 

Now that I got this vivification 

Quickly oozing and dripping solution

For this generation so caught up in pollution,

Trap game poverty mindset education 

Reducing the poor black and latino hood

Into a game of red and blue chess board

From LA all the way up to Harlem

Resistance revolution has gotta make a 

comeback from the tomb

Who dug up the grave 

Resurrected the brave

Educated the masses

Eradicated the classes 

Elite system of past ages 

Turning a nobody into a somebody

From nothing to everything

From enslaved to freedom

From dead to alive

From paralyzed to mobilized

Subitize the subtilize

into a more in your face movement

that's called to bring your soul to stay woke

To all the littering

Feeding your timeline, 

making your mind ripe

With repetitive bite

Ready to clap back with divisive answers

With no definitive elegies that's worthy of the time and hassles

Only eulogies of the proud and boastful

That stays stuck in the past like the eras of the good old days

Subliminal time neglecting

Diversity in the diverse city 

No unity, community, civility, 

servility, fertility in the ground

Only division, no addition 

Unless there's a bank account 

with your soul in it 

Dollar signs 

made you sign 

On the dotted line

Now you're a puppet good for 

Only distracting etiquette 

Meant to seduce any minute

To whomever pays a dime for your time

But what do I know? 

I'm a man that observes time and waits for the holy visitation.

Hi, Prosers!

Around a month ago, we crowned @Fauxhero as our Proser of the Month (PotM), which was introduced as a way to celebrate the talents and contributions of the community.

Our next Proser of the Month is someone who has been a wonderful member of our community, always providing support to his fellow Prosers. He joined our lovely community and ever since has been one of the most supportive and welcoming Prosers here. Pair that up with his writing prowess, how could we not?

Your Proser of the Month this month is @James! Congratulations, this is absolutely deserved. You rock!

What does this even mean? Well, firstly, it gives you bragging rights. It also gives you a beautiful PDF version of our favourite piece of yours, voted by the team. We will send you this via email. Print it, frame it, hang it. It’s yours to do with what you will. The piece that we have chosen to showcase is, “War.”

Across our social media each week we will be sharing your profile and prose to our followers. We believe that it’s important to show the world what talent you have, the journey you have been on, and the growth that you have made as a writer.

Karen, our super talented designer, has made a video of your piece, which is available to watch now on our YouTube channel. (We will embed the link in this piece.) We will share this across our social media channels, and we hope that all Prosers will too!

We couldn’t be more proud to have you as a part of the community, a community that we know will join in with congratulating you on this achievement. Thank you for sticking around, thank you for being an integral part of Prose.

Until next time, Prosers, keep doing what you do. Write.

Prose.

I don't understand.

Why do you all love me

For the way I look?

It's only skin and bone,

Fat and muscle.

I want to be loved

Because I use big words

And trip over air.

Because I always

Take care of people.

I don't want to be

Called beautiful

For the body that

I've been starving.

I want to be called

Beautiful for the

Intelligence in my eyes,

The kindness in my voice,

And the sadness

In my heart and soul.

Please. Please.

Love me for the reasons

That I love you.  

So many thoughts racing through my mind as the car rolled back into the driveway. Only gone an hour, and the phone call brought me home. She's gone. Legs shaking, no need to hurry to the door. Not knowing what was inside.

Entering the house, like so many times before, I was unable to see the faces of my family, blurred by fear. And if they were crying, and they were, my ears were deaf to the sound. As if drawn into a vacuum, floating to her bedside, I was there in an instant, staring in disbelief. What was this now, my mother?

It took two years to lose her. It took two more weeks to say goodbye. Now, in this instance all I wanted was more time. Heart beating hard and fast, so alone and panicked.

Gasping like a fish exposed to all things painful. Clutching at her porcelain feet while kneeling at her side, I howled my primal protest as if I would forever. A finality, a truth like no other crushed me, as I realized what was lost. And then I felt my soul crumble. The pain was worse than the shatter of my heart.

Never to feel her comfort again.

Cold nights, quiet rooms

I lie awake, my mind wondering

Are you safely sleeping?

Are you having nightmares?

Or are you dreaming swiftly amongst the clouds

Maybe you're also awake and cannot sleep

Because something's been bothering your mind

Something you can't keep anymore

Like a wave of emotions, waiting to flow

Sometimes I wonder,

If we're dreaming the same dreams

And sharing nightmares together

Like our minds are connected

Never to be brought apart

My heart wants you

My heart wants to be with you

Do you want the same things

Or is it just me?

If life with you is just a dream

Then let me dream through eternity

If I have to wait for a hundred nights just to see you

Let me wait for a hundred more

Because you are worth every sleepnights

Every hopeful dream, every frightening day

You deserve the stars and the moon,

A garden with all its beauty,

A flower with all its bloom

You deserve every precious gift a man can offer 

Because you are one special lady

Because you are the woman I love...

There's my mother

Working and dying

There's my dad

Drinking and pissed

There's my sister

Ignoring and texting

There's my brother

Playing and leaving

There's me

Sitting and breaking