poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
I dare you to do what I do,dare you to throw the dice from my hands,curved in scriptures and cursives that embed into my nails,palms stabbed with screws, making hieroglyphics for future members to read,My womb, a tomb stone of marked deaths, of mother, of familyCome take a walk in my shoes,my soles have been […]
I live for your voice,the tenderness of your laugh, and the harshness of your charisma,challenging stigmas, moving your own blood,I can trace you in the underneath of leaves,in the roof of my mouth,can feel the weight you shifted in your life, onto mine,how you lifted, carried and gifted 6 children into this world,and caressed a […]