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 weariness of masks grow? As do the endless hunts for toilet paper? But if those problems are your greatest Take a look below your skyscraper. Just like forests recover after… Read on
Poetry / all
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 in me, I am covered, an invisible wannabe. I creep from shelf to shelf, Acting as someone other than myself, It’s a game for me to play, A single escape… Read on
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 a process, I think, Only for it to be finished in a blink Of an eye, that piece of the pie. Here, let me give it a try. “Chopped” is… Read on
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 all of us Yet blood graces the pavement and they ask why we fuss I’m furiously fumbling reality, which is foolish and full of s**t Dealing with what the ancestors… Read on
Apparently my dress code is a “distraction.“ From what? Read on
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 for took her first breath. For the new morning star In the belly of the Wolf, I want you to know We are going to do right By you. When… Read on