poetry

Grace

Since tomorrow is Thanksgiving, I decided to share this poem created last month that is filled with the spirit of gratitude and reflection.

Enjoy your holiday!

You wash away

Those ungrateful, uncouth,graceless moments
Where I fall short
You wash away the grief, the guilt and the grumpiness
Of my humanity
You give me the faith to get up and take the next step, the next breath, opening my eyes
To the possibilities
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Lipsticks and Legs

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Leaving traces behind as I coat your copper coated skin
Bracing myself for the aftermath of
afternoons spent
Drenched in sweat, covered in love marks,
looks of love faces, and satiated by sheet covered memories
All concluding in shaking legs on the side of the bed and hints of mented’s Foxy Brown Matte
poetry

Ntozake Shange-bein

Last month, on October 25th, I shared a Ntozake Shange excerpt because it was in my spirit. I just felt it so hard that I needed it to be here too. Little did I know, that two days later we would lose her voice. I won’t bore you all with tributes and testaments. My last post said quite enough.

but bein alive & bein a woman & bein colored is a metaphysical dilemma/ i havent conquered yet/ do you see the point

my spirit is too ancient to understand the separation of soul & gender/ my love is too delicate to have thrown back on my face
my love is too delicate to have thrown back on my face
my love is too beautiful to have thrown back on my face
my love is too sanctified to have thrown back on my face
my love is too magic to have thrown back on my face
my love is too saturday nite to have thrown back on my face
my love is too complicated to have thrown back on my face
my love is too music to have thrown back on my face