Tag Archives: poet of my people

Poem Reminiscing about when Love was True

If I’m completely honest with myself I would finally admit that I miss dearly that time when I could love openly that time when love glowed on my face like the sun on a summer afternoon when every day was … Continue reading

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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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The Final Flight

I can’t remember whose idea it was which one of us chose flight for our first sojourn away    maybe the decision derived from mutual desires to face our fears head on or at least give it the old Facebook try … Continue reading

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I Ain’t Sorry For Nothing I Done

I ain’t sorry for nothing I done, that’s what your eyes tell me Draw me into reminiscing about slow shower dances, deep belly laughs, flirty glances, a blossoming romance that split me open to the core like an apple exposed                    … Continue reading

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Alone in the Night

“My mother would kill me if she got the chance. I would kill my mother if I had the courage.” Annie John, Jamaica Kincaid What about giving birth left you wearing envy like a second skin, too tight to move … Continue reading

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Some People

Some people will argue that you have never been raped, will shove their inconvenient truth down your throat like a too-soft cock that’s unable to get hard. They will demand proof that the will to say no was completely out … Continue reading

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Very Superstitious

In one of the stories I’m currently working on, my protagonist, Ruby, purposely drops a mirror on the floor. The act is a defiant disavowal of the superstition that says, break a mirror and suffer seven years of trouble for … Continue reading

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You Wanted It As Much As Me, He Said

He said I apologize. I never meant to hurt you. Ok. No. That’s not what he said, he told me you wanted it as much as me. His smile blinded me, but I knew no one would believe me unless … Continue reading

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The Stranger

This has been a difficult few weeks. I’ve watched my mother become a woman I don’t recognize. She’s always been so strong, so resilient, and her body is turning on her and there’s no defense strong enough to fight back. … 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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