Every second Saturday, the Friends of the San Francisco Public Library hold a dollar book sale. Absolutely everything is a dollar. I went with the change in my wallet, which was $2.36. It took so much self-control to limit myself to two books and not pull out my debit card and spend more than I… Continue reading Adventures of a Bookworm: Two Wrinkled Dollars, Two Priceless Books.
What triggered your contempt for us? Was it seeing the white skin wrapped around the figure of the God you idolize that caused you to ridicule our blackness and treat us like we are monsters? Or were you simply injected with spite at birth, so you birthed the white God to try to make us feel disgusted with… Continue reading Predestination
I crawl out of my cocoon, slamming the door behind me, promising to never return. I return sometimes. But now, never. The cocoon stands still, like it's frozen in time. Not moving forward or backward, but stuck where I left it. It is alone, abandoned, and screaming in agonizing pain. The four purple walls are… Continue reading Death of a Caterpillar
I am not your trophy... I am not here to be shown off, glorified, or acknowledged when your friends and co-workers come around only to be thrown in a box in your dark basement any other day. See, you probably don't see the difference between me and the golden inanimate object because you're not in… Continue reading Golden Girl
To Sister's House With a beautiful landscape flickering by like a slideshow out of the car's clear window. Roaming past rows and rows of luscious green grass and crowds of corn fields. With Dirt raining down on the pick up trucks and cars of the nearby homeowners like confetti at a parade. To sister's… Continue reading To Sister’s House
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
Stand still. Walk. Breathe. Hold your breath. Smile. Frown. Laugh. Cry. Blink. Wink. Talk. Be quiet. Have black skin...
Toss and turn, from left to right. Keep your eyes shut with all your might. Blanket up, or blanket down. Keep your eyes shut without a frown. Lights on, or lights off. And remember, keep your eyes shut you little goff. … You’re still not dreaming, so you repeat. And repeat.… Continue reading Bedtime Story