Through my mother’s eyes

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece All my dreams and hopesU ripped from my chest and squished them between your fingersWhen I told you noEven dared to question your authority, which u didn’t likeSo to keep me thereFolding under the pressure of race men and their forceful politicsU tied a short leashContinue reading “Through my mother’s eyes”

To the Once Enslaved of Morris Hall

I work for the ancestors. I have never worked for anybody else. Alice Walker To the Once Enslaved of Morris Hall: BlackberriesSweet blackberries and grass that smells of onionsWhere rivers cross by, carrying messagesTo the roots of the treesHere since the land was fertileAnd toiled. Here have set foot‘Scendents of yours

Transformation of Silence

Over the last several months I’ve been forced to grow in ways that I haven’t been able to begin naming until today. It started with the loss of close friendships and ended in a pile of social intricacies that I mishandled in some way or another. Fissures grew in my relationships with family members, myContinue reading “Transformation of Silence”

Live

live for laughterfor the lovefor the sins we cannot repentfor the people we cannot repaydance as if it hurts to stand stilllet your feet feel the Earthbe blind in your judgmentand all seeing of the possibilitiesfloat free upon whatever makes you smileslip into lustwith the liner on your eyespluck your brows and paint your lipswearContinue reading “Live”