I am learninghow to lose youwhile I feed youeggs for breakfast and this is how you know,as soon as the world sits stilla settling snow globe in the shivering hand of some GodI am aware of my need for you, the way blue, purple bloodsifts through, a waking fire. Passion can notbe nicknamed, this way: like careless grammar,can not be healed like some open…
Aja Monet performing a poem for the W.O.W. Festival R.A.P. Party at Southbank Centre, London march, 2013
“Love is thee most vital and necessary tool we have for our future, for our bettering. And we must use it with as much fervor as we use our weapons, our words and our tweets, our laws and our guns, our brands and our bodies our poems and our raps, our instruments and our songs, our science and our theory the future is calling…