I turned our pictures face side down And stopped playing the songs you sent me Removed my favorite necklace With your smiling face etched into the locket From its home around my neck Breathed a new scent that I had begun to forget And others seemed to miss I placed it inside my jewelry boxContinue reading “Exaltation”
Wistless men frighten me — ambitious, powerful men with the world at their fingertips and my chest in their palms. They leave me to ache with longing, and my skin turns a sick, green pallor. These men and their dreams cut me so deeply that I am left frequently bleeding fear onto my fresh, whiteContinue reading “The Other Woman”
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 spaceThe only six available in a tight cramped hospital roomThe timed whir of machines processing their functionsManufacturing life for the fathers of crumbling daughtersWakes you from the slumber you keep attempting to stealBetween Catholic prayers bleeding through overhead speakersAnd the methodical ticking of another plastic heartbeat IfContinue reading “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 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 whoeverContinue reading “Disjointed”
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 ‘ofContinue reading “Work Woes”
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 andContinue reading “Power Rising 2019”