I am a creative, a vagabond, a daughter, a women, a person, a friend – And unapologetically: I am black, and thankfully living. We’d like to keep living, thank you – hopefully fundamentally enriched by equality in life.
Tag: poetry
I grew up. I realized
Dear Diary: My handwriting changes in every stroke I dance onto the page in interpretive technique. Strange this! Is this part of growing up? Is this an epiphany? Enlightenment seems too poignant a word to use in this realization of sorts. See as I write I…I grew up. I realized: Dumbledore left Harry in an…
I name you all that I am
“In the solitude of my cells I forged faith and a heady mass of conscious into being. Tirelessly I sewed marrow and fictions of the ideal into the fabric of your form. I fleshed you out in the grandeur of my thoughts. You would be my crowning jewel. Age came knocking and you twisted and…
The Fatal Illusion
Here comes sufficient intensity. See the sentiment that becomes something so much more durable.  OW NO! This is not a violent motivator  You dance like you want to be watched. I dance like I want to be felt.  So I see the color of your eyes and beauty is rewritten to mean…
In memory of Bear [R.I.P]
Isn’t that always the plight of beautiful things? “They chased after you with their cruel, ignorant words Wanted to bind you up and put you in their jars Just another marvelous beast captured Another pretty creature broken, but still alive, just barely But you wouldn’t have it When they jabbed at you with their sharp…