I come from a long line of black faces sculpted from the dry, jet black meat of a sunflower. Created in thirty different shades of black, but all given the same smile. White smiles as shiny and sly as the fat beads of sweat running down the sun’s thick neck. These faces and smiles traveled… Continue reading From a Flower
Sonnet 2: The Blues A blue butterfly landed on my windowsill last night and I let him in because you had the same eyes. But his skin was blue and yours was black but your aura had a blueness to it. Do you still feel that way sometimes Blue? You never told… Continue reading Sonnet 2: The Blues
Sonnet 1: A Love Poem I’m exactly what you said I would be. The sin, the stain, the blood, the pain, the wrath, the greed. I’m nothing more than you thought of me. I’m just like your nightmares, except I bleed. My blood reeks of salty teardrops and hate. It reeks of soggy darkness… Continue reading Sonnet 1: A Love Poem
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
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.