Don’t Shoot


Dancing to the Devil under Gods sun.
Officer, please answer my cries and pleas.
No one will mourn for me is what they’ll think.
Terrified because you have a gun in my face.

Shaking, not because I’m a threat, but because of the threat.
How many tears must I shed before you notice my fear?
Officer, I just want to go home to my kids and kiss them goodnight.
Open your eyes and see my humanity, please.
Tell my family that I love them…
Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown

Mythical Love


If I walk amongst giants,

fly with the fairies,

and dance with the satyr,

would I grow fins

to swim with mermaids

or walk with the gods;

Wrestling the Minotaur

within Cyclops blind spot,

before the arguing Graeae,

to reach mythical proportions

like Jason or Achilles,

so shall I be worthy—

Proven like Heracles deeds,

To earn your love?


Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown

My Favorite Dessert


Honey crisp coffee cake sprinkled with brown sugar.

Candy apples drizzled with caramel, so sweet.

Jolly ranchers at the bottom of a cup of Kool-Aid.

A graham crusted Apple pie drenched in whip cream.

Devil’s food cake, buttercream frosting and sweet tea.

Pumpkin pie with some hot chocolate on the side.

Cheesecake with savory cherry drizzled throughout.

Red velvet cupcakes that melt in your mouth.

None of those compare to just how sweet your kiss is.

My favorite dessert is, and always will be, your lips.


Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown

The Lonely Star

lonely star

A star once fell from the sky.

Far from its home, it cried.

Every night, it would look up high.

It missed the freedom it once had.

Sitting in an endless sea,

the universe was its playground.

Now earthbound, it was without—

Without the planets it called friends.

Without the beauty of passing meteors.

Always just out reach,

the star longed to be in the heavens.

On one cold and lonely night,

a man walked by the crying star.

He asked it, “what is wrong little star?”

“I wish to return amongst my kin.

Return to the endless sky,” came the star.

The man was not without sympathy or heart,

yet he was quite perplexed.

“Come little star, I shall carry you on my back.”

And so he did, leaving with the star.

Happy not to be alone, but still saddened.

Not being able to view the vast universe,

he still wished to be in the sky.

The man carried the star up the tallest mountain.

“Here little star, view the vast world.”

And so the star as the man asked.

Off of the mans back, through weary eyes,

the star was amazed at what he saw.

Birds soaring freely over the peak.

A world, alive and moving just below.

Looking up to the sky he had longed for,

Shooting stars raced across the blue.

For the first time since his fall,

he could see the sky so clearly.

Tears began to fall from the star.

The man saw this and asked,

“Why do you still cry little star?”

The star looked to the man, smiling—

“I have known such beauty in life

and I believed there could be no other.

On the surface here, I saw an ugly world.

You, one who has never soared the universe,

showed me pity and gave me a new life.

From here, I can see a living world.

Birds fly high through a clear sky.

Clouds moving at their own carefree pace.

The rising moon and the sinking horizon sun.

Below, living things moving about.

Life growing and dying, then being reborn.

A cold air, bringing different smells of the season.

Here, I feel connected to the world as a whole.”

Together they sat, observing the world.

Eventually the man would leave,

but the star no longer felt any sadness.

Up over, in the sky above, sits a once lonely star.

On the tallest mountain, it watches from afar.

No longer does it reach for the sky.

Earthbound, but no longer feeling chained,

a star watches over the world it calls home.


Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown

If I wished upon a star

wish upon a star

If I wished upon a star, would you come from afar?

Would you answer my call and be happy to see me?

Would we fall into a warm embrace, never to let go?

Would you climb the highest mountain to see my smile?

Would you cross oceans just to look deeply into my eyes?

If I wished upon a star, would you answer my call?

Would you drop everything and rush to my side?

Would you wipe away my tears of joy?

Or would you break down and cry along with me?

If I wished upon a star, would I be able to see you again?

Would I find the love that I had once thought lost to me?


Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown

I was going to…


I am a beautiful person.

I was going to be a victim of violence.

I was going to.


I am a kind individual.

I was going to be slain in just only my youth.

I was going to.


I am a delightful person.

I was going to be found dead in the wee morning.

I was going to.


I am a blessed somebody.

I was going to be another white sheet at dawn.

Yet I am here still.


Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown

More than words

hide in poetry

If I were to recite what sits on my brain at night,
your soul would be blinded by my creative light.
Honorable, pledging allegiance to my pen and pad.
I can express myself when mad or shed tears when sad—
Metaphorically, to hide any pain that maybe resting inside;
eating me alive cause part of me has died with my pride.
Now all that is left is a never healing injury and misery
and nothing to look forward to as better days are now history.
I put it all into words and maybe rhyme it with birds,
so then maybe the pain would also fly away afterwards.
To you, what is a simple free poem done without a style,
is my life that lacks smiles or anything to look to, worthwhile.

Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown