A Time for Healing in the United States of America
We need the feeling
of our bones, our
numb souls, to come
back to us
so that we can create
a new forward.
Black women need
healing. White women
need healing. Gay, lesbian,
queer, and ransgender
people need healing.
Vote For Change: A Poem by Christopher D. Sims
But during the protests, the marches, the many vigils
we have learned that these freedoms we have been
fighting for are only illusions...
October State of Mind
We are communicating
in profound ways because
in us we can see better days,
we can see everyone getting
along, we can devise platforms
where we all belong.
Rhymes Against Racism: Part 1
You should take your thoughts
and thinking and evaluate/
Let these rhymes motivate/
As a scholar of rhyme, reason/
Now is the time, the season/
Rhymes Against Racism: Part II
Insignificant/
In your leadership/
You're not equipped/
Black people you
don't want to deal with/
The country needs a shift!/
Dear Black Child at Farm Camp
Dear Black child,
Young Black man
when was the last
time this country
saw you breathing
easily? Without stress
when you took breaths?
I Wrote My New Book
This is my story.
This is written
oratory. This book
is grammar in all
its glory.
This book is poetry.
This book is a memoir.
This book, simply put,
is who I are.
White Tears - a poem by Christopher D. Sims
are white people
willing to to turn
those turns into
action, into change,
into movements,
into revolutions,
into solutions,
into monetary
distributions,
into conclusions
where we see
real equity?
If Racism was Treated as a Disease - a poem by Christopher D. Sims
If we are to treat racism
as a disease, a sickness
then let's get down to business
about the business of racism;
the lives it has cost; the cost
of Black bodies put up for sale
at the auction block; the cost
of separating and degrading
Black families; the hurt, pain
it continues to maintain.
Aunt Jemima: To Sale Your Product
Of Nigerian And Cameroonian Ancestry - A Poem
This poem takes a look at my lineage through the lens of ancestry, which captures my Nigerian and Cameroonian ethnicity.
Where Is A Black Man's Love?
A song produced and composed by Rockford, IL's Evon J Sams with a spoken word poem written by UniverSouLove a.k.a. Christopher D. Sims. The lyrics speak for themselves - but I hope you can answer the question and ponder the meaning of this song, this collaboration.
Where We Need Black Lives to Matter
Focusing on the most basic, simple places where our lives needs to matter.
Of African Mud and Love - a poem by Christopher D. Sims
Digging deep into my African ancestry, I speak directly as an African in America who is not completely from here and understands the power of images and storytelling.
Minneapolis Is Burning: a poem by Christopher D. Sims
Heads are turning,
the smoke is increasing,
the pain is seething
start believing that
Minneapolis is burning!
Empty Open Mics and Poetry Venues
Who could foresee poets, scribes,
singers, songwriters, jazz club
and venue owners scrambling to
learn Zoom so we could resume
places of live entertainment and
talent sharing?
Black Man In Paris
I will be a free Black man,
a free Black man like James
Baldwin inside the country of France.
How Much Is A Black Man's Life Worth? - A Poem
How much is a
Black man's body worth
dead in the street; lifeless;
unconscious; defeated; deleted;
executed; by ruthless
White men who can get away
with anything they feel at will?
COVID-19 and The Incarcerated: A Poem
What prisoner can
run to freedom’s arms
unharmed, unaffected
as the number of deaths
collected by the CDC grows
higher, and higher, and higher,
and higher?
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