Neighbors, neighbors, Thank you for all your generous favors. When we were moving, There were a lot of unknowns, But you accepted us And welcomed us into your homes. This is a metaphor, of course. A raincheck for after the virus loses its force Conversations by mailboxes reinforce Our sense of connection, a daily resource.… Read on
Poetry / all
We stood together, overlooking the water Trusting you I jumped in with both feet Unafraid to be sucked in by the whirlpool that was your promises Excited to be moved by the current that was your laugh And letting the riptide that was your smile pull me in You attached an anchor to my heart… Read on
the most revolutionary act i’ve ever committed was love for myself in a world that has destroyed black girls like me for eons, the best thing about a coloring book is all of the colors white, blue, black and yellow and without a color, the picture would be incomplete when did one color become less… Read on
She didn’t warn me. She warned of coughing, but not of walking. She warned of a fever, And I believed her. Of losing smell or taste, Precautions to take place, Not for lost eyesight, Silly to assume in hindsight. But that night, She didn’t say, On that night, I’d be okay. I wasn’t warned of… Read on
the dimmed sun awakened me as if i was woken by a storm to see the complexity of the vivid oranges and the blues as if i was a virgin to this sight but these oranges and blues were the definition of my curves and for the first time in forever, i have woken up… Read on
“An Ode to the Mailman” I’m excited to report, a new quarantine sport, the mailman and his transport. Wait until he or she comes around, And guess what’s waiting to be found. Is a letter from my friend, Unable to see each other again? Or is it the acceptance packet, From the college of my… Read on
