Dorando
I
He wasn’t appreciated much
most artist ain’t.
With his fur collar, pimp stroll—
hair slick back
smooth mouth…know how make yo hips move
put you in a mood,
where you don’t wanna to get out of yo feelings.
Tag: Poem
You’re the Real MVP
I have opened myself to being
vulnerable—and I thank you.
For teaching me to swallow the
good and the bad.
You have taught me too be brave
at everything I do.
Bad Mind
Trying to take refuge in a body
waring itself to live
with a mind getting too comfortable with death
your tongue clutching onto survival.
?
Sitting in empty
thinking how I just
want to be enough
for you, a place to call
whole.
Western Holidays
Stop celebrating holidays
that aren’t a part of your
culture. You’ll ruin the real
essence of the tradition.
How Poets Say Goodbye
When it is time
I will be done with
all I have
to say in this world.
All you will have of
me
is the writings I left
behind.
Psst Listen
Creating your art
through the lens of others is sabotage
of the self.
Did You Hear?
Zainab Amin
Today a country
mourns the blood that was spilled
today
Of a young girl.
Disappear
RIP Rashawn Brazell
They come in smiles
and call themselves friends of yours.
Careful, of devils.
1993
R.I.P. Jennifer Ertman and Elizabeth Peña
Friend, I rather die
than live, knowing I could’ve
helped you but didn’t.
Untitled One-hundred
Come love, and let this journey of
o
u
r
love
take
flight so even the
gods
could envy us.
Earth’s Daughter
How can you not love
the melanin the gods of Earth have
blessed me with? Even the sun was
jealous it couldn’t pierce through me.
