She was carried down to the earth on the sun on a summer day in May. And she was carried up to heaven on the moon on a cold, dark, night. She appeared in my dream one night, adorned in a purple dress, eating an orange Creamsicle. She birthed thirteen children, six boys and seven… Continue reading Grandma Faye.
She liked her coffee black Black like the curly locks that drape around her head. Black like the timeless, smooth, skin that hugs her bones. She was born in the thirties. And died in the nineties. She couldn’t get an education, so she made sure her three children did. She was born in Texas. And… Continue reading Grandma Amie.
Books spread across my bed. And sheets pinned down on my head. subscribe via email below to be gifted a cool, personalized, zine and to receive other exclusive subscriber rewards and privileges!
My hair is black like the dark night sky. My eyes are as brown as the debris of my latte. My nose is wide like the infinite ocean. My mouth is dry like the green cactus of the Saguaro desert. My face is as round as mother Earth. My body is full like my belly.… Continue reading Similes
Why wasn't the human body made strong enough to withstand the strength and the wrath of the human hand?
I place one hand firmly around its figure, and the other around the top. I slowly twist on the top and the bottle throbs in my hand as it bubbles and foams up inside. It softly sizzles and whistles as suds start to crack and pop. I get the top off and foam… Continue reading Caffeine
They say stay inside of the lines, color inside the lines. What if that's a secret code to keep colored people inside of the "lines" of the system? Systemic racism is coloring. ................................................................. And I have colored inside the lines my whole life. I was taught to in schools, on television shows,… Continue reading Color Outside the Lines
I was trying to kill a fly, then I noticed a cockroach too. Now I am contemplating which to kill, the fly or the cockroach? Can I eradicate both, or will it destroy me trying to do too much? ***Also, remember to subscribe to my blog via email or through… Continue reading Contemplation
I threw away my favorite shirt. And, it kind of hurt. But I couldn't wear it anymore. I couldn't walk around in denial of the red assault stain tattooed near the collar of the shirt. So, I threw my favorite shirt away. Because of a drunk idiot at a concert this summer. The carcass of… Continue reading I Threw Away My Favorite Shirt.
I'm on the edge of glory... Not the Lady Gaga song, but the edge where two natural figures collide. The sand and the ocean... Where the water dances around your ankles and the sand crumbles like brown sugar. Sometimes the pair simply mix together, water and sand, and make wet sand, but sometimes they produce… Continue reading Mingling Edges.