Poetry
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
My Love Life…A Secret
As a young child, I was taught the rights where I could never have it wrong I heard enough, too much to know what I felt in the eyes of
Let’s Fuck And Get Verbal
Moan when I enter you Call me your daddy Tell me how big I am Let your face and eyes be mobile and expressive Gasp, sigh, yelp, pant, moan Tell
Sleeping Next To Beauty
Beauty is beautiful Blessed with the true richness of an African Glistening melanin Thick, curly, woolly hair in a fashionable haircut Features carved in smallness; small eyes, lips and ears
You Ask Me: “Who Do You Think You Are?”
The essence of life Of the life we claim to hold dear Lies in our conformity In our ability to shrink ourselves Become less of who we are Morph into
