feminism, a poem

unprepared the unmitigated force of his emptiness leaves her speechless. ‘tell me what you think,’ a loaded question no one wants answered. especially, if this answer isn’t about me and how we are going to live happily ever after. he is after all here to save me from… molded, our boys become warriors. you specifically…

meditation, a morning indulgence

sky pregnant with dawn late mating cicadas screech singing wordless prayers i bath in this pre-day light hollowed out my mind a receptacle each breathe exultation i meet THEE here enamored in surrender let it be let it be love rises enfolding me kneading each limb i am renewed thank you the sweetest of praise…

i too shrugged, atlas

i too shrugged, atlas. carpools play dates stem in between piano lessons in too tight shoes carelessly dangling below exposed ankles yes, i too shrugged, atlas. in this house full of dust and the distinct smell of animal musk stepping over fur balls large enough to be named animated at sunrise yes, atlas, i shrug. meetings…

untitled, a memoir begins

i wait patiently in the pause before the big silence. i am lonely for me in the space left by a too big life. i want to unhinge my mind let down my thoughts and exhale. i miss the intimacy of being. how it feels to stretch beside a moment and etch that color sky…

(silence) because ferguson is so loud

there are no words for this…this… this feeling i, a black woman, raising a son also black mid nightmare in this unreal this… this… this bullshit i am trayvon’s mother i am jordan’s mother i am michael’s mother i am eric’s mother i am and i have no words not for this this feeling that…

PTSD, an improper diagnosis because post is past and this is our present

preamble: discovering breasts under my nightgown was one of the most traumatic experiences of my childhood. from that very moment i was trapped in a world with a constant bombardment of sexual attention so aggression i simply could not breathe. they no longer saw me. the me, i had been. the somersaulting-head-standing-singing-and-climbing-trees-daydreaming me was lost. overnight, i had become flesh…

mark 12:31 (expanded wanda addition to ensure enoughness for all)

Love your neighbor as yourself. There is no commandment greater than these. Here’s the thing… I don’t want you loving me the way you love you with your overstuffed calendars and empty carryout tins   I don’t want love that’s squeezed in between teeth whitening and that 3rd Starbucks before car pool   I don’t want…

a woman with an issue (sermon from a couch)

there was a woman with an issue. 12 years she lived with a hemorrhage. 12 years, she bleed. all her money spent. no one could tell her why. no one could cure her of the issue. for 12 years, she lived. sick. tired. ostracized. alienated. defiled. broke. defeated. who doesn’t understand this woman. this woman…

on the promotion of amiri baraka to ancestor

the truth is i don’t know what the hell i am doing   i am wholly unprepared for the life of the erudite   i cannot yet be promoted to mentor least of all sage   i’m still sitting here figuring shit out   i pay my bills and i make sure my child is…