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
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
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
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
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
“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,
History will remember this horrific year Full of agony and pain Pearl like tears streaming down faces Yet, like Avoxes, we can’t complain. Does the
When I wear a mask, You may be surprised, To hear I’m like a spy in disguise. No longer petrified Of what they might see
They say all it takes to bake is a recipe, But when will I see the end product in front of me? Too long of
I have many enemies One happens to be the inner me I question the excellency of this Black energy True, I am great, as are
Apparently my dress code is a “distraction.“ From what?
To the daughter of 2020. On the Autumnal Equinox, this poem came to me out of nowhere. Five days later, the person I wrote it
