It's hard to accept that you're not wanted anymore…
It's hard to feel when they don't feel anything for yuou anymore…
It's hard to move on though you see that they have moved on to another…
And you're stuck lying motionless in the gutter with your heart crying out as it is torn asunder….
No Justice No Peace
By Talisha Harrison
When they were captured, sold, and brought over in chains to be auctioned off as property
They cried “No Justice No Peace.”
When they were strange fruit, hanging in the trees
They cried “No Justice No Peace.”
When they were killed by pogroms, death squads, and gas chambers and buried in mass graves,
They cried “No Justice No Peace.”
When their city was flooded and they were stranded and helpless, left to die on rooftops and hospitals
They cried “No Justice No Peace.”
When a boy was gunned down as he walked with skittles in his pocket and ice tea in his hand
They cried “No Justice No Peace.”
When a young woman was beaten to death in her home for wearing a hijab
They cried “No Justice No Peace.”
Who's smiles on the inside…
Who's gets a case of melancholy every now and then (it occurs more frequently now)…
Who loves music and can't sleep without hearing a few songs…
Who can get by on not much sleep…
Who worries and has fears….
Who wears clothes that she feels and is comfortable in…
Who is an pessimistic optimist…
Who knows she can write but feels discouraged about it…
Who wants to be in love but knows most likely that won't happen and has chosen to accept the reality of it all…
Who wants to travel and see the world…
Who's working on growing her dreads…
Who might take the title of cookie monster from Cookie Monster…
Who loves her dog Buster…
Who loves her family…
Who's overcoming her fear of driving…
Who's living with Grave's Disease…
Who thinks that this thing called life is constantly making fun of her…
Who sometimes wants to sleep and never wake up…
Who doesn't cry about things that most folks do…
Who has a hard time trusting people and when they hurt her they have a long road ahead of them to earn her trust back…
Who wants to get her land and have her own space…
Who loves the color purple (the actual color not the film (though the film was good)) and despises the pink (the actual color not the singer (whom I'm a fan of)…
Who smiles when the rain comes down and the moon is full…
As I begin my journey into mystery I find a deadpool of zombie criminals craving to devour the punisher of their souls.
Moving on, I end up in the middle of a fight between a teenage mutant ninja turtle who's striking with his bow a Batwing.
Finally, I end up back in Dahomey training amongst the amazons and I meet a real Wonder Woman.
Copyright 1/19/12
Talisha Harrison
This poem I wrote today came from an experience that I had today (and also from my college, high school and middle school years-ever since I've lived in Florida) this afternoon as I arrived from work.
I'm soo freaking tired of it-it's traumatized me. Anytime I see a couple of black people-large or small I get extremely anxious and I'll take a different route to avoid them. I'm not worried that they'll physically harm me mind you-it's their words their snickers and laughter that I'm thinking I'm hearing or that I actually hear.
Just because I'm interested in different things that supposedly and stereotypically that "black people aren't interested in" I get made fun of and I'm tired of it. You don't like who I am f**K off cause I'm not gonna change.
I am me and will always be me.
So here's the poem:
On the way to work you laugh at me because I'm wearing a gothic dress…
You can't understand why I love rock n roll but it's totally fine for everyone to love hip-hop…
You don't get why I enjoy comics and anime but not the Classic….
-Yet-
I've been called a 'nigger' just like you.
I am the butt of your joke.
You ask for my number but never call
This must of been soo funny to you…
-HOWEVER-
I figure you're just too immature to speak
to a woman who's older than yourself, so you
CHICKENED OUT…
Now who's the butt of your joke?
By Talisha Harrison aka Tali Adina
Copyright November 16th 2011
There is no box.
Skateboarding
Rock Music
Comics Books
Surfing
Snowboarding
Swimming
There is no box
Fashion
Food
Travel
Culture
There is no box
Who I Know I Am
Vs.
Who You & Society Believe Me To Be
There is no Fucking box
Just think
Believe & Do
There is no box
By Talisha Harrison aka Tali Adina
Copyright October 28, 2011
Free
From you at last
I can live again
You will never imprison me
I would rather die first
II.
If you could see the
chaos that burns
within waiting to
be let out…
III.
Cold, dark, silent
that's how i live
IV.
Wishful thinking
never helps anyone
It only causes more pain
V.
No one said that life
was easy but then again
neither is being dead…
VI.
Sleep is peaceful
while being awake is chaotic
VII.
Rude awakenings bring
new insights while
peaceful ones destroy ideas
VIII.
Learn from your mistakes
they say.
But are mistakes really mistakes?
Or was learning from the mistake in the first place
the mistake?
I. People are like flowers
Some stink
Some smell beautiful but are dangerous
Some are ugly on the outside but have an important role
Some are missing a part of themseleves
While others have a painful sting.
II. Laughter
It opens the mind
Frees the soul
And lets ideas out.
III. He sits outside
waiting for a cab.
It's 39 degrees
but his whole body
is hot burning with purpose.
IV. They speak wanting to be heard
but they are kept quiet.
They kill wanting to die
but they are kept alive.
They get lost not wanting to be found
but they are sought out.
They are blind wanting to see
but they are kept in the dark.
They are deaf wanting to hear
but they are kept in the soundbooth.
They sleep wanting to dream
but they are kept awake
This is my new store on Zazzle.com (http://www.zazzle.com/taliinc). Here you can find many products available for purchase.
The items are divided in the following categories:
Comicmaniacs
I love comics and this category is filled with digital graphic artwork phrases inspired by my love of comics.
Jews of Color
I am a Jew of Color and there are many JOC’s in the world. I’m spreading the word with these JOC inspired t-shirts.
Kehila Magazine
I’m also trying to spread the word about my online magazine for Jews of Color. So here you’ll find products that have my magazine’s name and logo on them.
Tali’s Poetry:
All the products here have my poetry that I’ve written through the years on them.
Tali’s Misc:
All things miscellaneous! From fashion, food, to music you’ll find it here.
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