I wished their sky dark
Relentless with thunder
Endlessly silencing the sun
Category: Poetry
Hate Too
They say we teach men how to treat us. Too many times men teach us how to hate them.
She Never Warned Me
Foreign to the darkness painted over her heart’s door where she expected us both to stay
Home. For My Children.
Home is built precisely where our hearts beat. Rarely where it’s planned.
When Wednesday Comes
When Wednesday Comes I’m Surprised How Fast The Week Is Gone
Red
No illicit liaison could have brought to me what I say to you Having stood too long in an malnourished dying enclosure I stepped through the gate I now know Not only is the grass greener, it’s more difficult to maintain, it’s sublimely dense, it gives a sweet wet scent I’d never smelled Had I…
Vicarious Murder
There is an immense satisfaction In the shredding of a photograph A vicarious murder
Free Thought
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Pink
By definition demand mandate The day I met you pink was what this culture expected of you Painted for life This culture where the violence of silencing women is invisible Where hate for a woman’s mistakes or choices or decisions forces her alone to make amends for simply living Where the default is to too…
Meeting Daddy
Her eyes wide opened, heart sealed shut She stood outside herself and watched her fully pregnant body fall backward by his hands Her second child introduced to her father Unmoving she wondered what she must become to give him sight Her first child met daddy formally with the violence of a cutting board Her third child…