Poetry
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
THE KIND OF LOVE YOU DESERVE
You have come to know Like a gleam that stretches the closer you get to the light You have become aware of the truth Seen it, held it, cradled it
