Ankhet Rumi

From, “Kama Sutra, a Tale of Love”

U know.. the fact that wombs are still bringing forth Garvey’s, let’s me KNOW that which we call God is real. The spirit of Garvey survived the transatlantic trade, the 400 years that followed, the most brutal form of abuse humanity has ever seen….and will continue to thrive in the eyes of our contemporaries. Those like chronixx. Those like Malcolm. Those like Ali. Those eyes

A poem by Ankhet.

A poem by Ankhet.

A poem by Ankhet.

Short poem on the nature of things by Rumi

Another year, another spring. The fragrance of love arrives. So fancy, this new light on the ground, & in the tree. The one who heals us let’s whatever hurts the soul dissolve into intelligence, where what we most deeply want, Union with Eternity, grows up around and inside us now. - Jelaluddin Muhammad Rumi 🌱

I imagine what Coretta must have felt the day after her husband was taken from her. Trying on Martin’s button downs, hugging herself...mm. Imu is dedicated to every widow who’s husband’s life was ended short ...& we know that, given the chance, He would have given his life over n over again. For the love of his people and the love of his God... but, Imu is dedicated to the lo

Awake, I contemplate your state, I want you to be ok.

Blue 💙 is dedicated to the Mississippi Delta and 1862. Blue 💙 is for the human beings who proved themselves immortal through sound. Blue is dedicated to the numerous American stories that want to be told. In the poem, I say, “the world ignored how blue we were being made, but they cannot ignore the sounds we make.” It’s true.