30 november 2018

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece What is so comfortable about the middleThat so many choose to sit thereWhile the rest of the world dies on the marginsStarving on either side of a fenceAnd fluttering white flagsThat would tear under the weightOf all the blood strewn across the east and westOf the

educate the masses

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece To teach toleranceRequires a level of tolerance I simply do not possessAnd compassion for the ignorantWho deem themselves not so violentBecause they only pay the company that makes the gunsAnd guns don’t kill people/People—men with pent up emotions from childhoodWomen who believe themselves exemptCowards hiding from

Full bellies

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece Poor of meansAnd a laborious survival instinctLed my hands to crack openAlong the dark brown seams of my palms

The color of me is mine

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece I wear black in a new way That dips at the hips And widens near the belly Exploding near the chest To make room for a reddened heart It seems almost inseparable from my frame Like leather around strong flesh That when it so chooses Sags

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 through

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 leash

Yearning

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece The cacti budding beneath my skinNever let me restTheir prickly stems poke me everywhereA hum so consistent it registers as a second heartbeatI have built a sturdy home around the source of itFor the nerves to go and buzzWhen they are bursting against the wallsItching for

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-longIdling

Take Me Home

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece I got the CombaheeIn my mouth The thick spill of molasses between my cheeksLet a single drop of honeysuckle On my lipsSo I can kiss youLeave you with the lasting tasteOf a Georgia peachDrizzling down ur sticky chinA deep down southern belle wid A lil bit

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 of