finally quiet i’d watch sunset outside my kitchen window. cold beer and pen posed over an open journal. incomplete poems littered every page.
Category: Poetry
fallen star
picking up strays
pastime reserved for canines
a loyalty offered but
not returned
too far gone
an incomplete seduces and
plays on already overly stretched emotions.
promenade in silhouette
what would i do without these shadows to guide me, walk with me, talk with me, hold me in place? i have no idea but imagine it would be a space without grace.
60 months of higher education + 23 years experience = what i know for sure
bacteria infections are
universal plagues
pregnancy scares aren’t
the only reason your
granma told you to beware!
words, sometimes they dance
every verse
a new creation
molded first
in mind
my autobiography: a 5 part cherita
but there was one, who championed me.
he nicknamed me wonder.
for me, he is a ray that shines forever.
i can, i will, because i must
the hardest part is holding
the space for that fluid an
expression, especially when
the he is both black and male
for my daddy who got me here
he never wanted to be
a hero. he told me i’m
more luke cage than you know
unbreakable but broken
all the same.
resurrection: a work in progress
i lost my shit but
pretended like i was holding it together while leading entire groups in
prayer circles and investigating the bottom of the rock we all found
ourselves looking up from.
fearfree living 