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They Fear You

Posted by Nicole Jocleen on February 15, 2015 at 9:35 PM Comments comments (0)

Photo Credit: Chelsea Taylor

Model: Nicole Jocleen

They fear you

by Nicole Jocleen

They fear you

That’s why you get the guilty verdict

They can’t just let you go

They fear you

That’s why your wrongdoers are justified

Trusting in the courts right,

For fear has left them blind

They see you as Nat Turner, John Allen Muhammad, and any rapper you name one.

So that makes it impossible for them to see you as a brother, husband, or a son.

The tragedy is that the fear was caused by the rising anger of an oppressed people.

Having to bear arms in the 60s cause otherwise…

Speaking out in defense since Lena Baker, Emmett Till, and those 4 Negro girls didn’t stand a chance

For Michael Donald, Oscar Grant, Trayvon Martin, Jordan Davis, and Michael Brown still forced to take a stance

Because all they can remember is that “one time” or that “one incident” when you became what they thought you were.

Hood circles would label that moment ratchet, ghetto, or downright embarrassing. Any who it’s damaging to the core.

How can this fear be replaced. It can’t. Come too far to be put back in one’s place.

Blaming the music, TV, and the internet are logical and illogical at the same time.

There is freedom in speech, but what’s often said doesn’t shed the best light.

I guess all we can do is…Pray, right?

Sounds so cliché


He said if my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land. HEAL THEIR LAND

With that being said…Amen


©2015 Nicole Jocleen


Posted by Nicole Jocleen on February 7, 2015 at 2:25 PM Comments comments (0)

This poem is about the disconnect between the black man and the black woman.

Photo credit: Chelsea Taylor


by Nicole Jocleen

Clearly, there is a disconnect

I didn’t see this coming

Cause there was a time when all you knew was me

Now I’m treated by a distant cousin

That you love according to your words

But your actions rarely confirm

What did I do to make you hate me?

Is my newest concern

Why are you so hard on me?

I’m hard enough on myself

Your disdain is so contagious

That I have even begun to alter myself

You are so high and mighty these days

And of course I know that you are wrong

I would never let anyone know it though

My love for you is way too strong

Remember when I fought with you

And proudly raised my fist

I know things have progressed since then

But please let’s not forget

What about when I raised our children

When you were killed just for being black

Those times were so hard

It’s a wonder my heart didn’t crack

Remember when I nursed your wounds

Ol’ Massa could be so cruel

I guess we did what we had to do

I think that’s when I lost you

You never forgave me for leaving the slave quarters

And sleeping in massa’s bed

I didn’t want to I promise

If I’d denied him he would have killed me instead

I didn’t know what else to do

And it seems like ever since then

All I’ve been is a hoe, slut, and a joke to you

I’ve tried to ease your mind about it

I’ve tried so hard

But I guess some wounds won't heal away.

Slavery’s permanent scar

© 2015

Nicole Jocleen


Posted by Nicole Jocleen on January 8, 2015 at 8:15 PM Comments comments (0)


by Shayla Monroe

Sometimes I have insomnia

Thinking about life, love, & the pursuit of happiness

Or maybe I should be more concerned with the labels on my purse & his suit

Suit & tie


I can't sleep

Thinking about if I'll reap all the good I've sown and graces pardoned for the dirt I've thrown


Where He reigns light on little black boys whose remains become a beacon of light to the world of the beautiful pain that still persists in this nations veins

And it rains, sometimes

I have insomnia

And reflect on exes and sexes and unanswered texts and proposals fallen to the ground

I get insomnia when no one is around

Coffee, lattes, double shots... To the head if you're Mike Brown

In a bar celebrating your favorite team if you're any other young gifted and privileged white teen

So I glean- through the pages of social media and sermon texts

Trying to juxtapose what it all means

Trying to find meaning in this existence

This persistance of time

This constant awakening of my mind, my emotions

powerless under the force of His wills

I will

Be still

Because this too shall pass

And the morning dawn will prove

That just as the trouble of this world

My insomnia won't last

Copyright 2014

Shayla Monroe


Our Voice

Posted by Nicole Jocleen on December 13, 2014 at 1:55 AM Comments comments (0)

Over 15 women have come forward accusing Legendary Comedian Bill Cosby of raping and/or sexually assaulting them. There appeared to be doubt in the beginning about the legitimacy of the claims. As the numbers grow, so are people's suspicions. I wrote a poem about it. Like to hear it...here it go.

Photo of Model Beverly Johnson

Our Voice 

by Nicole Jocleen

As a woman am I that manipulative

That vindictive

That uncommitted

That your ears block out my whimper

My cries

My screams

As abrasive as I may seem

Sometimes bad things happen to me

Like abuse



Or whatever the case

We stay silent because we can’t handle your doubt

When we finally speak up

Were told to shut up

For just now speaking

Especially if were speaking of someone with clout

Well, how bout

As a woman am I that manipulative

That vindictive

That uncommitted

That your ears ignore my whimper

My cries

My screams

As abrasive as I may seem

Sometimes bad things happen to me.