Rico Writes: Collection 2

April 10, 2018


“Now keep in mind that I’m an artist and I’m sensitive about my shit.” -Badu


April is National Poetry Month and we've decided to draw more attention to the poets, both the heard and the unheard. Putting one’s work out into the world can be daunting, but that doesn’t negate the fact that our works deserve to be appreciated.


Each Tuesday in April we'll be releasing a new collection of poetry by YOU. Submissions can be anonymous but we encourage you to put your name on your work so we can show love! Submissions can be made here.


Never Stop Discovering,

The Good-Natured Troublemaker



Lenny Carlyn

Twitter: @celenerd

Instagram: @celenerd


come as you are in your morose spirit and tethered optimism
lay your head down on this pillow of armistice
show me
show me your deepest root of solitude and let me do the rest
i will gladly take your weary load
i will proudly surrender myself to your self loathing
i will willingly set you free from the paroxysm of your downfalls
tell me
tell me what i need to do in order to help guide you to the land of peace and promise
lament to the skies before you
watch how your deepest fears come crumbling down
i am with you
cry if you need to
stay if you want to
i’m not leaving
come as you are in your morose spirit and tethered optimism
i am here


Robell Okubamichael

Twitter: @rxbell


The Attic

I’ve heard stories about this place
Mixed reactions but who can you really believe
How can you go south when you walk up those stairs...
In the same direction where  kingdom comes, so what wrong has it done?
Yes, I’ve heard those travelers rarely ever come back...
But how do we know if they’re not enjoying their stay?
I can close my eyes to transcribe my pain to seek its healing
But can you guarantee it will disappear when they open?
I don’t want to be stuck but I’m already stuck
My spiritual faith is strong but the physical presence is realistic
If it can elevate me for a short time , it will make up for the lost time
The warmth welcomes me with open arms while the cold reminds me who I really am.
No emotion is greater than the other
Every amount of joy is countered with the equal amount of sadness
If I love this feeling too much, I will be devastated when it’s gone.
I rather it let create an illusion then hope for a dream.
That way I can live it and not hopelessly seem
Maybe I’ll come down the attic and tell my stories...
But why would anyone leave a place that is so reassuring?



Mar Gray

Twitter: @IamMarGray

Instagram: @IamMarGray_



No More Worrying

I can no longer worry
About who used to quote unquote love me
Who never loved me in the first place
The men who offered false love
And I was naive and gullible enough to accept it

I can no longer give time to people
Who only loved me when no one else was looking
Who wanted to keep our love a secret
Not because it was our hidden treasure
But because they were ashamed of what we made together

I can no longer foolishly hold onto any of that
Or any of the individuals represented here
I need both of my hands free
To receive myself
To receive actual love
To hold onto all the good things that are meant for me carry





would i be able to seduce you?
with these almond eyes,
and sun-kissed skin.
would i be able to seduce you?
knowing that i crave you till the very end.

would i be able to seduce you?
a saint for this fallen angel.
would i be able to seduce you?
tempting you to dance with me in the night
would i be able to seduce you?
daring you to kiss my red lips..

would i be able to seduce you?
to have you fall for me like no other..
for i have already fallin' from the heavens,
have become a born sinner.

would i able to seduce you?
or will i be the temptation that you override..



Adrianna Parague-Richards

Twitter: @Adri_rich

Instagram: @Adri_rich





Was I wrong for loving you? Or any man before you? Every man used for me sex that I tried to love. I was tired of getting on my knees for a boy who didn’t even know how to use his tongue. Not to stimulate me physically, but emotionally. You couldn’t vocally love me, so you didn’t deserve to physically love me. That’s not how it works. Sex became a drug for me. When I was in pain, I would find the closest man to fake love me until he reached his climax. And then, that was it until the next time I was in pain. I needed healing, not sex. I needed God, not sex. I needed love, not sex. I needed... you so what did you need?



Blake Morrison





Lone in the field

You stood tall


The breeze swayed your petals

Dancing to God’s breath


You were an emperor amongst peasants

Modestly exercising your reign


Head adorned with soft jewels

Your beauty made the sun feel inadequate


The moon whispered your praises

The earth stood steady


I yearned your eternal presence in mine

But you were far too precious to be disturbed








i have to have all of you

i need more than your three dimensions








does it scare you that there may be someone else?

someone who isn’t me

and someone who




does it bring you to your knees the same way that

visions viciously ripping wild across my mind of


so easily bring me to mine

the same way that

vicious visions of lusting lightly over someone who isn’t


or you


how can i have all of you?

trembling isn’t it

because even if we both want each other

there will be someone(s) who can’t bare to stand it

let them fall









I’m tired
Tired of these visions
Get these feeling off of me
If I end up being just another being
I’ve lost me
Man I’ve lost
Man I’m lost
Welcome to my vision
A vision I hope is never lost
So you feel my ambition
Feel my wishes
Wish my wishes
On you
On me
Why is life so vicious on me?
On my psyche
Never want my kids to ever go bed hungry
Never want to be a product of society
Never lose touch with reality
Life’s the shit and it’s mine
Life’s a bitch but she’s fine
Oh she’s fine
I just want to hit it from behind
But why the fuck you filled with all these lies?
Man I’m fine
Just stop with all these lies




Twitter: @_naaadjeley_


This is How Black Boys Evaporate

Black boys have always called Sky home
Nestled in pillows of clouds
Blankets of hiding places
Home hide them

From flesh eaters
Who rest easy
Full belly
Black boys have always been a delicacy

Sweet sacrifice
There is no ground for the hunted
So they float
Till momma sky swallows them all

Black boys have always loved to fly
Vaporize with change of season
Vanish by loaded clip
Like magic

Call empty graves their homecoming
Stunning how black boys shine
Make stratosphere look so golden
Black boys have always taken space

Clouds are more cumulus than ever
Sun gets dimmer by day
World bathes in midnight
It's so dark here

Black boys have always showered blessings
Reason why Spring brings new beginnings
They be true embodiment of rebirth

Seeping into wilting flowers
Rested on their memorials
Tombstones inscribed with their names
Find voice in the rain
Speak their stories once again

The soil is drowning in tears
Flooding the streets with remnants
Of boyhood we will never resurrect
Black boys have made the Earth cry

Reason why we mourn today
This is how black boys evaporate
Recycle through our breathe
Then vanish again

Black boys have always been fleeting



Twitter: @picassocantdraw


Black Excellence

Black excellence is perseverance
Black excellence is versatility
black excellence is innovation
black excellence is bold
is daring
is special
it commands attention when it walks in a room
it is silent in volume but loud in presence
you won’t hear her coming but you’ll see her when it walks in

I don’t know why i called black excellence a her
but lets be real if it was person
we all know it’d be a fine sista
but thats besides the point

Black Excellence is unique
Its like the greatest thing I’ve ever felt
you know it's like finding 5 dollars while doing someone elses laundry
Thanks grandpa

black excellence is just this
its coming together and enjoying ourselves.

Black excellence is music
trend setting
black excellence is the most known secret

theres no written code or manual
Black Excellence is no one said a word but we all got the message
its the fun, 6 cousins in one room at grannies house
and 3 hour church services
or it could be the fruit magnets on the fridge

Black excellence is all that and a bag of chips
but black excellence isn’t perfect
black excellence has black on black crime
black excellence has colorism
its has underfunded schooling with broke down buses
it doesn’t have clean water in Detroit
or electricity in puerto rico
it gets paid 63cents on the dollar for the same work then getting called lazy  

from our imperfections is where you learn the true meaning of black excellence
black excellence gave us answers when we had doubts
it wasn’t derived out of out need for survivability
but it is evident in our incredibility
it is where we are and where we are going
it is both a master piece and a work in progress
It gave us harriets vision when we had no sight
it gave us reverend Dr. King when they called us second class citizens
it gave us sojourner truth, rosa, angela davis,
it gave us langston hughes, thurgood, barrack obama
douglas, ali, ella baker, w.e.b du bois
Black excellence gave us a way

when they wrote us away they counted us out .
when they took fred hampton, huey p newton, MLK and X
when they wanted separate but equal
when they stole our innovations, our trends,
when they took black wall street
when they gave us voting suppression
war on drugs and mass incarcerations  
we gave them back excellence

Black excellence is perseverance
Black excellence is versatility
black excellence is innovation
black excellence is bold
is daring
is special
it commands attention when it walks in a room
it is silent in volume but loud in presence
you won’t hear her coming but you’ll see her when it walks in

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