Som days I look like my dad… distant, and very selective about my outward show of emotions. Other days, I… Read more Some days
This one I think is meant to be performed. When I wrote it, it sounded like a monologue. Someone telling whoever would listen how she fucked up her plants.
Written one night when I couldn’t fall asleep and I was tired of the way I was writing my old poems.
Written when trying to challenge myself to identify who I am for a poetic bio. #Fail
You’ve stretched out over six feet of space The only six available in a tight cramped hospital room The… Read more Does every poem need a title?
Broke my finger when I touched myself Couldn’t find where the vulva was supposed to split And it was too… Read more Disjointed
I left mine on the playground With the other un-serious things about life The laughter, the games, the boys and… Read more Day dreams
Whiteness masked as coloured-ness is not quite as violent as whiteness parading around as itself But it does make me… Read more Work Woes
I’m leaving IAD Headed to where the Black Women convene A tight fist forming in my stomach And a sudden… Read more Power Rising 2019
I want you down on your knees