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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Videos

How to Commit a Crime (Video)

I just uploaded my first video to YouTube! A short poem I wrote inspired by Ta-Nehisi Coates and his book Between the World and Me. Please watch and share! I am also a victim to my allergies right now, so my voice may sound stuffy and low (I apologize). But i wanted to stick to… Continue reading How to Commit a Crime (Video)

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

My Poetry

I Threw Away My Favorite Shirt. 

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. 

My Poetry

Mingling Edges. 

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. 

My Poetry

Dazzling

In a world full of crayons, I want to be a marker.   Bright, bold, voluptuous, and simply fading away when my time comes.   I don't want to be like a crayon-dragged around. my body and identity dismembering around me until nothing remains of me.

Memory Lane, My Poetry

Summers in Arizona

Going through a twenty-pound bag of ice in three days.   Cooking eggs and steak in a pan in the street, or baking cookies in the car dashboard.   Packing into public pools and splash pads like a can of sardines.   Dropping the air conditioner down to 74 degrees.   Driving down to California… Continue reading Summers in Arizona

My Poetry

Cracks

What is narrow? The cracks between the concrete squares of the sidewalk are narrow. As much as people are looking down on their phone, we never seem to notice those cracks...   They say if you step on a crack, you break your mother's back. However, if you step on a crack, you may just… Continue reading Cracks