The sun leaves goodnight kisses like a mother does to her child. The breeze dances across the water’s surface and the waves perform an endless
Safe space, safe space
It is needed these days
I fear we are drowning in silence and conformity
Putting ourselves through the
Editors Note: Cleave Poetry is an experimental form of poetry that allows the reader to look at a poem in parts or as a whole. Both
“It’s a great shock to realize you’re black” in America. And me being raised in white suburbia, that line is all too true.
I was supposed to be a fly on the wall
Just an unbiased observer
But when the chants turn gospels
And the
The day had arrived to go back to school
Freezing winds were nippy and cruel
All of a sudden as if a switch
The wooden stairs creak more
My edges grow, leave, and grow again
Nostalgia becomes a person who haunts my daydreams…
I won’t tell you I am not afraid
Just to keep the fear to myself and never bring it to your point of privilege…
Don’t Bat an eye. Fly In the face of the place From which you ascended. Curtsy and smile As though you never attempted to flee,
If I’m black you’re silver?
Okay I’ll be brown but why are you now pinker?
Wait so let me get this straight
There’s much to say but I’d rather sit in silence with myself
Because even if I was talking, you wouldn’t hear
But this
