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Poem 3.15.22 – Training to “Be”…
It’s in my muscles. I feel it, the furnace. A loud flame, shakesme. It melts the glass and boils my soul. I hear you, the ambers, whispers of burning truth, echo free. All my sorrow is mute snd coalesces as body. I sing out, the smoke. walls are filled, a soothing key. Can we all…
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Poem 3.15.22
I could never give you all of me,I learned, and unlearned,and relearned,again.I could never give you my dreams. I knew the fear. But I didn’t see the nightmare. I planted. I grew. I sang. I knew. I saw. I, you. One space was always an absolute. One heart was always a beat. One time was…
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The Power | No Justice…No Pie, No Justice…
No peace. Yesterday was 3.14, March 14th— pie day to most math-heads and nerds. Today is March 15th, two days and two years after Breonna Taylor was murdered by a police officer, while she was sleepin in her apartment. Yesterday was 3.14, and for Tracy and Sybrina, they’ve spent 10 years forgettin a day mathematicians,…
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Poem 3.4.22 – Reaction
I’m tired of wording all the time. How can my face be just for hate, and not love.
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Poem 2.28.22 Double Standard
Why can the rich steal!Silence, a poem thief rewritten. Why does death follow Black, in still.
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Poem 2.28.22: Black to the Future
Heaven aight up there.Less moonshots please,more clean pots pipelines leading cleanwater to soil, Sons &Daughters, leadmade livin graves. Glass houses meanless when Shamecan be coded-in. Lean starts are all we’ve lived. Born to star in the darkand be the light. I don’t chase I gravitate. Nah! The Future is where We are!Ask again, nahI’ll say—switch…
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The Power | Generational Leadership
Were no strangers to change, disruption, and greatness. No my family is full of some of the grittiest, daring, and loving folks to walk on land in the Western Hemisphere. I myself owe my namesake, Azeem عظيم (meaning great in Arabic), to those before me and have been graciously bond to a life of greatness!…
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The Power | Imagining Alternative Future(s)
If I could go back to these moments where I learned how creative and freeing tech could be I would! A brief and hopefully edifying look back at my start in tech and how I lead. The power of imagining different. What was the situation? Out of undergrad I was hired to be the experiential…
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Poem 2.22.22 – See Me Whole, Not as a Hunk
Interactions of masculine life. Sown. Hard. Ripe. Cleansed. See me different. Sown into a tie and suitfor the night, and masked. See me different. Sown onto a monolithpressed against a hard place, a similar ceiling,and a rock. See me, I’m different. tell by the distress and the the gash, broadand red-open. Tugging at seams,beating off…
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The Power | “Be an Athlete, Son!”
“Keep your head on a swivel,” probably the greatest lessons I learned playing “QB”, but not the only lesson I carry from my years of athletics and leadership. I am, what you would call, a super nerd. I prefer “blerd”. I’ve always known I was a super nerd, my pops showed me I could ball,…