I could write a song about the tip of your cigarette glowing red in the dark on the first evening of summer. But when I put the pen to paper, I forget everything, Other than the feeling of how my heart stops when you stare at me a little longer Than how friends are supposed... Continue Reading →
When I was a young Black girl My mother straightened my hair With chemicals and hot metal tools But still It didn’t do that thing Where you tuck some of it behind your ear And the rest hangs in front Like Mary-Kate and Ashley My hair was straight But it was limp and stiff at... Continue Reading →
It is the times when I have close to nothing that I want to give back the most. My stomach growls and I want to feed my mother in return for nourishing my soul. She birthed a monster who runs ragged trampling across stony pathways as it hungrily scrounges for everlasting comfort. Riches are false... Continue Reading →
Sankofa Virgo 