Menace to society and a mess inside of me. He lives there beneath my spaghetti hair in brain mush. Squish. Squish him like a bug; Shrug. Can’t. He’s like a hood roach cuz they always come back – Waterbugs the size of rats coexisting in this habitat. Unfazed by Raid, undecayed. Bad omen creatures forContinue reading “Who’s Ill?”
On 4/3/21 was opening night of my gallery at Clipper Coffee City Island. It’s up all month, check it out!
How do I describe the love for a child not mine in genetics but in a pure love connection?How do I explain I know it was time for her to get her wingsyet sad because she had so many things ahead to do for this earth.I didn’t birth her but in her words she calledContinue reading “For Shelly Ann 7/10/97 – 3/25/21”
Bars. Behind bars reflect the shadows of scars he burned into my skin. Behind bars my freedom taken by him, perpetual sins committed and wont quit it. Behind bars he keeps us, locked under his will. Behind bars we are ill and tears spill, floods the whole damn place and we suffocate. Behind bars, inContinue reading “Behind Bars”
Looking in the mirror and finding something good to say for 15 days. This is the result. She looks into the mirror, into the soul of the reflection that won’t hear her. She lovingly twirls the curls colored like her favorite tea – passion. Rich berry coils oiled with coconut. She cant help but swayContinue reading “15 day “I Love Me” Mirror Challenge”
Grouping me with urban literature – That shelf is so miniature in the bookstore – What if I wanted to be more? What if I wanted more than just the Bronx to read my book, more than women like me to take a look and see what shook me, took me away – Despite theContinue reading “Bronx Poet”
Limit[less] Wondering what is my limit and if I’ve yet to hit it. If I let it expand by choice or bodily necessity; Before the monsters burst out of me I must assess how much distress I can take and I confess, this smile is not fake because despite the dark I hide inside withinContinue reading “Limit[less]”
….and no one can take this from me.
BEAUTY IN MY BONES There is beauty buried in my bones. Many times, my flesh struck with stones and they held. Welded together in this honeycomb texture. The hive of me alive in me and maybe even a little hungry. Buzzing bitch please. Kiss me. I’m the monster you made. The one you constantly craveContinue reading “beauty in my bones”