The stories on her skin

  Where do I begin with these stains on my mouth? To talk about myself    what I have lived I am holding up like a cardboard cut out Melancholy restoration, a standing melting pot of flavor Raw turmeric and lemon   My mother gave me lemons for the basket on my head I’ve turned her... Continue Reading →

Perfect Truth

  I do not want to come to Brooklyn even though I miss you I am harmed by sadness a depression you can’t shake I am harmed by moods from another world I am bothered by the smell of mom on you Taken aback by my father on your arms   I love you as... Continue Reading →

Mother, I remember

Mom I don’t remember what happens at the end of why the caged bird sings   I broke innocence. Decent Sex picking up red panties fish shaped bread after it was over.   Mom I Snuck to meet a man who didn’t love me I remember the angle of stars over the Cemetery the drive... Continue Reading →

Love the Leap Into the Frying Pan

The first thing that comes to mind is Ghostbusters, its 2016 and Jordan’s is rubbing on my thigh. Candy keeps falling into his lap and I leave it there. It’s the summer when I only wore red. We didn’t speak instead we found ourselves making out inside a Barnes and noble. We were covered by... Continue Reading →

Dear Michael

Dear Michael   June 25, 2009, I thought you had run away from the world to hide behind trees. I thought there was an island, commoners hadn’t discovered. Today 2019 I know that you are dead. I see evidence of it every year on your birthday. You are missed. I was six years old when... Continue Reading →

Bad Woman

  I’ve been thinking of the images of black beauty and picturesque scenes in Spike Lee’s She’s Gotta Have It the 1986 film. There’s warmth and perplexity in the movie, as the viewer tries to figure Nola out. The film made me question my role as a woman in society. I considered what my life... Continue Reading →


God I just want to heal wounds With language The way the preacher stretches his tongue to talk about you God I just want you to watch geese with me So that I can grow to love the Hudson the way you do I can love the way you do say the way you do... Continue Reading →


Rub salt over your body for the emotional injuries. Always cry silently and try not to wake mother. Don’t listen when she tells you to quit the job you need. Then quit the job you need. Call your boyfriend to avoid jumping into the Hudson. Tell him you didn’t want to die. You just wanted... Continue Reading →

Don’t be Afraid to Read

I stand for the black poets and writers who won’t make it beyond their black identity. I stand for finding lost grandmothers. When I read Zora Neal Hurston for the first time I was filled with light. I saw the planet through old eyes. I found a black voice that made me want to claim... Continue Reading →

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