Flying high through the sky. Flying through schools. Flying through churches. Flyinf through stores. Flying through night clubs. Flying through running marathons. Flying through airports. Flying through windows. Flying through the streets. Flying through cars. Flying through restaurants. Flying through offices. Flying through homes. Flying through you! Flying through me! … Continue reading Bullets.
Driving pass the graveyard. Squinting through the window, gazing into the cemetery. Dying to see if I can see any free spirits dancing around their graves. But all I seem to see is my own reflection.
As soon as I find my way out of the womb, strangers in tidy white masks and bloody black cloaks pluck me from my sorrowful mother's safe, shaky hands. They stuff me into a small white tub I don't fit in, and wheel me into a dark room. It's so dark you can… Continue reading Black and Blue
From teeny bop posters to pictures in frames. The thing bout growing up is that nothing remains the same.
Stand still. Walk. Breathe. Hold your breath. Smile. Frown. Laugh. Cry. Blink. Wink. Talk. Be quiet. Have black skin...
I survived my first kiss with oxygen after my nine-month lease ended with my landlord. I survived the religious dictatorship of the hospital I was born in. I survived the ocean of tears that flooded my shirt when I was left alone to endure the deplorable and defective public schools of my hometown for my… Continue reading Survival of the Fittest
I didn't start expressing myself through poetry until Freshman year of High school. Even though I've been writing since I was eight, I didn't begin poetry writing until I was fourteen. This is the first poem I have ever written. I'm sharing it in honor of Throwback Thursday. Looking back at it, I think it… Continue reading Happy Ending (My First Poem)
My heart is overflowing with emotions. It's like a shutter holding in rain and it's about to burst. I've taken a bad fall for you. I wish I would've fell sooner though. I don't care how much the fall hurts, because maybe, if I would have realized my feelings sooner, just maybe we could have… Continue reading Departure
Rejection. Controlling me. Possessing me. Dictating me. Powerful like Hitler or Stalin yet owns no lips to speak, no eyes to see, no heart to feel, no brain to think, no limbs to move, no ears to hear. A horrid feeling. A speechless, lifeless, invisible force obstructing me from complete happiness. Controlling my thoughts, controlling… Continue reading Dictatorship
I went to this poetry event last year, and the guy told us all to write a poem with the first thing that pops into our head after he gave us a scene, we were walking in his scenario. Our poem could go anywhere, just had to incorporate his setting. This is what I had came up with. This is a poem about friendship. About a simple, everyday, item determining a friendship.