I think about the sun sometimes. Being her. Perhaps exploding with her, our brilliant light streaking through the universe like a crashing orgasm, leaving the planets and stars shaking, thrashing about contentedly.
Som days I look like my dad… distant, and very selective about my outward show of emotions. Other days, I seem to hold my mother more. Co dependent and relentlessly empathetic. I hope to soon look like myself. A self actualized version of the nappy headed girl who could not find a place to fit […]
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 timed whir of machines processing their functions Manufacturing life for the fathers of crumbling daughters Wakes you from the slumber you keep attempting to steal Between Catholic prayers bleeding through overhead speakers And the methodical […]
Broke my finger when I touched myself Couldn’t find where the vulva was supposed to split And it was too slippery down there, Too foreign for my comfort Lost my voice when I called your name Lettering like kola nut in my mouth Slicing my tongue When I tried explaining myself To myself, or whoever […]
I left mine on the playground With the other un-serious things about life The laughter, the games, the boys and excitement I left mine flapping in the wind Fodder for some other lifetime
Whiteness masked as coloured-ness is not quite as violent as whiteness parading around as itself But it does make me wary in the same Guard your shit, and watch what you say Way that white supremacy does ‘The bus’ When I was too much Too Black, too full of myself You made me road-kill ‘of […]
I’m leaving IAD Headed to where the Black Women convene A tight fist forming in my stomach And a sudden realization as the plane ascends That the ground has always been there Greens and browns so distinctly natural I mistook my bare feet for the roots of an oak tree And watered myself, often and […]