Category: Poetry

  • Poem: LIVING IN THE HEAT

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    The sun is bright.I could not see.The road ahead of me.The lines are over shadowed.I could use the rays of yellow.Like a drawing by a five-year-old fellow.The child is smart.I can’t compare.The sun shifts at his dare.I take shelter.I try to outdrive the heat.My foot pressed down on the street.The car accelerates.I zoom toward the…

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  • POEM: Just A Dog

    He is the dog in the family. He is large. His paws are the size of steroid injected muscles. His pads are the bottoms of what should’ve been four legs. He has three. He is what happens when you don’t keep good watch. He wanders off like a dummy. He steps into a trap made…

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  • Poem: Five Dollar Meal

    I saw a man sitting outside a fast-food restaurant. He was asking for money. I didn’t have any cash. Like most people, I don’t carry cash anymore. I don’t need dollar bills or quarters for laundry.He never asked me. I was one of the ones that got away.I wasn’t one of those people that makes…

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  • Poem: A Woman of a Different Opinion

    I would like to think differently, feel differently, taste the food entering my mouth differently.Except many years of reflectiondoes that to a woman, does that to me.Our skin becomes blemished, and it ought not be this way when we look into mirrors.We yearn for the days when therewere no wrinkles or muffin tops. We have…

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  • Poem: Gathering Old Dust

    After a while, it no longer matters. Gathering up the darkness in your arms. The empty corner waits patiently. He heard you speak and the echoes that followed. If you want to teach him that, go ahead. I will not wait anymore. You have shown your colors. They are dirty and gross after all. The…

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  • Poem: Fingers and Toes

    I landed.Somewhere in the middle,that’s right, yeah.Middle of what, I’m not sure.All I know it’s the center,it feels funny.It’s true.The lies, that is.She won’t face it,knows enough about it though,bopping her on the face and all,leaving identifiable marks.That’s right, keep looking away.I surrendered.Heard something from outside,not quite right but still there.You couldn’t count them all,not…

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  • Poem: I Will Have the Soup

    Just like mama used to not make me She was too busy getting ready for work Putting on thick layers of make up on her face The men she kissed accuses her nightly All kinds of topics are discussed between them They hold her accountable for bad things She is the target of their anger…

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  • Poem: Nature Follows

    The clouds opened up, wider, and swallowed the sunshine, whole. A bite didn’t occur until later, when the brightness shined upon us. The rain is happy, dancing around the dirty cars. The sky forfeited the game, knowing it wasn’t supported.

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  • Book Recommendation: Black Girl, Call Home

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  • Poem: The Dying Ember

    I got rid of your delusions one at a time. Donated your stuff away, sitting on shelves, being touched with grimy fingertips and bad intentions. This was not the way we should’ve ended. Our adulterated misunderstanding of each other, melting the sun even hotter, making us sweaty. You walked funny when you were mean. There…

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  • Poem: Empty Truth

    I have not fought in wars outside of myself but I have fought many inside of me. I have tried to end it all, each decade after the other, in the past, remaining partly in the present, never knowing the future. I have pushed the limits, the walls with my hands, the doors with my…

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  • Poem: Remain Open and Empty

    My skin has been picked raw. There is no more to pick. There is no meaning in this passage I have read again. The words are over 300 years old. Back when this author wrote it, slaves were bought, sometimes traded for one another. My eyes remain open and tired. I feel twice at a…

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  • Poem: To See the Great Whale

    When my hands get tingly, and the shocks zigzag through the spaces in my brain, that is when I know, when I know I must see the great whale again. When the words directed at me don’t sound quite right and I try to remember its meaning, to sound smarter than I am, that is…

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