Now I`m no forensic specialist, but your love does great bodily harm I scratch and stir for the evidence of myself- who I was before the gold crusted everything Old desires misbehaved and cloaked my armor- I submitted unto the wings like a dutible wife, yet as a fallen angel I mustered all the strength … More 14 Karat Loser
For two years I’ve been ice, You’ve been a can of worms My space, In the dirt, When I belong in the ocean Your space, Unlimited, But I have to compromise for your cosmos The woman was bare, yet you couldn’t share me. I’m not a dead woman, I blink at the signs of bullshit … More Pointing The Finger
There is black girl magic at play when you hold her, color doesn’t make this so, but the culture that is lost I ves within us, the carriers of this world, the originals, the ageless and the bronze highlights of life We are temperamental because we are out place, not ghetto We are sassy because … More Black Girl Magic
Enjoy listening to my feature poem on sound cloud. I am discovering a new voice-sound . I used to perform poetry in Houston, Texas and Riverside, California. Now, I am proud to be getting back into the arts. Let me know how it sounds! Everytime I`m with him when he smiles, I think that … More Black Rose in My Coffin
I asked you a million times Then repeat for this millenia-thus getting nowhere Too busy stuck in time- feeling that I would die You say you hate it when I’m bummed, but do you really know what my oceans are saying? I’m writhing against your rocks begging to creep through the crevices of your land … More Who’s Cocoon is it?
I`m painstakingly aware of how I plucked you from the sky Sometimes our mountains clash, yet on top of those tips-we were able to build skyscrapers His love is connected to my fibers- our energies sing to the sounds of our slumbers, I`m terrified of how the universe had me pluck you from the … More As I Wait For Thy Arrival
I’m sorry that I’m so cold-hearted So scared to be hurt again and recline to the darkness that I can’t even accept the light in you. I’m sorry. When I go to the toy store, I still see evil, shit I don’t even want them anymore. The only child memories I have are cigarettes and … More Blob Fish