My Poetry

Do Not Touch.

She can wear what she wants. She can walk down the street naked, and you still would not have the right to violate her. If someone leaves the door to their house open, does that give you the right to walk in? To caress their couches, examine their personal pictures on the wall, sleep in… Continue reading Do Not Touch.

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My Poetry, Short Stories

Death and Decaying.

First, she lost the waves of strawberry blonde that ended at her waist. Then she lost her mouthwatering skin, a bright and throbbing red like a bed of ripe and ready strawberries in a strawberry field. She used to have a tasty, round figure that everyone would drool over, but now she’s dry, with off-black… Continue reading Death and Decaying.

My Poetry

Grandma Faye.

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.

My Poetry

Caffeine

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

My Poetry

Color Outside the Lines

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

My Poetry

Contemplation

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