Tag Archives: National Poetry Month

The Most Beautiful Lie

The most beautiful lie is the one that never feels like a lie Sometimes there are no words to replace what’s been lost as a beautiful lie exposed becomes truth But the beauty of the lie makes it impossible to … Continue reading

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Pray

We thought we’d finally found love. Our delusions made us easy prey. Pray that when this is all over we will still believe. We will still long to feel love in our bones, love with no coverups. Naked. The kind … Continue reading

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A New Birth

The miracle of birth. Watching love give birth to hate. Breathtaking lies. Peace & Love, Rosalind Happy National Poetry Month, Day 15

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Whispered Memories

I hear you whisper memories in my ear like death you will not go away. I press the pause button continuously but still your words vibrate in my ear, a nonstop loop of promises you never could keep. Poetry is … Continue reading

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The Flat Tire

Sometimes a black bodied woman is just a woman no menace no slut no thug no whore no bitch but a poet who wrestles with a world that seeks to define her using the words she so values and where … Continue reading

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A Poem in Two Movements

For the men I have loved and the sons I didn’t give birth to. The truth is not that I have been taught to not love you, the miracle is that I continue to love you, despite… Movement I How … Continue reading

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I Am Not Your God

You tell me you love me like the declaration gives you permission to be re-birthed, like it will open you and make it possible for you to live not just one, but two lives. But I am not your god, … Continue reading

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Carry Me in the Womb

Carry me in the womb of your love like a newborn I will suckle on your sweet flesh. Your embrace will surpass forever because our love knows no bounds, looks forward to no ending. Carry me in the womb of … Continue reading

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Poetry Is…

They told me to clean up my poems some and then they might be interested in reading them. But what good is a poem that’s been scrubbed of its meaning? A poem should be bold like two lovers fucking in … Continue reading

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What Loving You Feels Like

Grandma always had that one chair that felt ‘just right’ and every weekend the cousins would fight to see who got to sit in that chair. Sometimes my mom would drop me off before the others arrived—and all weekend that … Continue reading

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