poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
I bleed in many colours,red, orange, poison, tranquility,Where must one go to to calm those who are stung?Which leaf must I pick that will release the toxins?I have grown thick skin over what was once so raw,exposed, yellow and brown, My body is failing me again,and I am its Servant,diseased, with the hope that herbs […]
I have flowers growing inside of me,My belly blooming in the youth of summer, A tongue writhing in sweet dates,I cannot wait to kiss mouths, to share the sun that is firing inside my throat ,Shooting stars launched into others hearts, My skin inked in melanin,Wolf woman, wild woman, has come out to play,Using the […]