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

Harassment

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece Do men think I build myself on the Unstable bricks Of their fantasies Mold my arms out of their desire Shape my legs in a way That moves them forward And roots me in place I must be pretty damn foolish Not to color my skin

A Dark City (Onyx)

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece This is my space I am not movinI am not leavin

lineage

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece my granddaddy kept liquor in his shoe