Reincarnate

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece I don’t wanna just dieI wanna walk through the forest during a rain stormAnd take my clothes off one article at a timeStrewing them along the ground behind me, beneath meI want to sink slowly into the rootsOf mishandled flowers and caving mountainsThat’ll lead me throughContinue reading “Reincarnate”

Through my mother’s eyes

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece All my dreams and hopesU ripped from my chest and squished them between your fingersWhen I told you noEven dared to question your authority, which u didn’t likeSo to keep me thereFolding under the pressure of race men and their forceful politicsU tied a short leashContinue reading “Through my mother’s eyes”

Careless (tentatively)

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece Why are lovers so careless with meSo oblivious to my feelingsAnd sensitivities Like my words lessen in power when fallingOn their earsAnd I’m wrong for hearing the full vibrato Of what another’s got to sayI never was fondOf being treated like a—A afterthought and/or a tag-a-longIdlingContinue reading “Careless (tentatively)”

Dreams

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece Can’t I be found in the dew-soaked grassOf my own open plainsWildflowers and yellow rosesStretched as far as the horizonSun gleaming on my black armsAnd big, country houseNot a lynched bodyHung from the low branches of a poplar treeOr blooded fields of cottonDrying the soil ofContinue reading “Dreams”

Lessons

This is a “Weekly Spotlight” feature piece I’m watching my motherFrom my lowStoop/ a substantial womanIn body and mindGliding throughThe clutteredSpace of our roomAround my grandmother’s yellow arm chair,A hamper stuffed with clothesAnd both our desksLittered with papers—stories she wasTeaching me to write inA voice she was urging meTo use/Things she couldn’t learn me byContinue reading “Lessons”

14th & Constitution

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece 1.So I guess nowI’m a domestic terroristI usedta live in dcReally move through itLike a woman in the knowOf the concrete and brick buildingsVery familiar withThe heavy sound of congasSteel pan drumsScreamed vocalizationsAnd corner store runsI used to really live in dcMark my name on newspaperContinue reading “14th & Constitution”