Poetry
BOY MEETS BOY
When you warmed up to the spotlighted attention, I paid your way welcomed in my gestures for friendship. To my chagrin You stayed longer than expected For many took a
My Yoruba Demon
I was once bitten And I still went back a second time Got burned after that Now I’m wondering: do I still want that again? I thought I was
For God.
Dear God, I want to kneel before you In humble supplication My mouth, open, a shallow well, a bruised orifice My back bent, forward or backward My eyes closed tight
Moonlight
I stand naked before you And not just so you can violate me again Ask me if I feel good, when we both know I don’t I stand before you
A Story Of The Boys I’ve Loved
I have never been in love Once I wore the skin of a boy I swallowed his tongue whole I made a sweater of him and felt warm Then he
PRISM PRISON
I am the red of my rage With it, I fight this cage And I am the yellow of my fear Through it, my path is clear I am
Confessions Of The Night…To The Woman I Love
Love doesn’t come in black and white It came to me in colours Your colours that make the rainbows pale in comparison Queen of my heart Whenever I pick up
Closet
The Closet, So cold, so closed, no air. My secret, Keep, I must. Two-spirited, Almost lost my self. Two faceted, I feel like a traitor. Years passing before my eyes
We Are Rainbows. We Are Beautiful
There’s a world out there One which we desperately weave ourselves to be part of A world blinded to our difference Rocking ourselves hard to be its missing puzzles Beating
For Jamel Myles
For what good is humanity If time and time again, it fails To achieve its one primal aim Which is to accept, love And protect those under its wings Regardless
