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Survey Says

Forty-five percent of men surveyed said they feel trapped in marriage/ so what does that say about the state of love has it been gentrified or marginalized or just abandoned Love like our brown girls seems to be missing but … Continue reading

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Lost Innocents

For Kingston, Tyshawn, and Relisha, as well as the countless others whose lives have been taken from them with guns that have become gods and evil masquerading as love. The darkness has always been there an eclipse waiting The light … Continue reading

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My Mother

i saw my mother today as she must have saw me one day so long ago a precious sight that doesn’t seem true toddling, helpless fumbling along the edges of life, dropping whatever she tried to hold a beautiful memory … Continue reading

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The Chameleon

I wear fear like the color of my skin. So much a part of me. The Chameleon. Settling inside skin too little for me to move in. Trapped. Trying to fool you with boasts of being unafraid. Like fear was … Continue reading

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Mutation

Our daughters are broken and we’re not trying to fix them. We’ve neglected them like discarded bodies and frames of cars that no longer run. We watch them being dragged by hair on national TV or pushed down stairs or … Continue reading

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The Morning After

The morning sun penetrates the sheer curtains and wakes her up. She stretches, becomes aware of the tight embrace that’s restricting her movements. A wide grin parts her lips. “I didn’t hear you come in.” When she tries to turn … Continue reading

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Love Deep Down in Her Bones

She leans over him so close she can still smell her milk on his breath. Inhaling deeply, she parts the shroud of silence that separates them Is love an emotion    or a choice? She hears her mother’s voice in … Continue reading

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Snatches of a Friday Afternoon Conversation

He said But I don’t want to hurt you She said Don’t worry my love is bulletproof No bitter lies steeped in desperate loving      can destroy      No burnished, hollow love masquerading      as true Carry me in your … Continue reading

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Breaking My Own Heart

A poem in the works: I have broken my own heart so many times I no longer trust myself to love. I’ve spent years learning what it takes to unravel my love and then I am guilty of tolerating people … Continue reading

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Heaven

She found Heaven in his eyes so she stripped herself naked and became a planet in his universe. As if by magic – really it was love – everything aligned easily within the shifting of their universe. Love was easy … Continue reading

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