poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
I am going to disarm myself,My fingers, kidneys, Womb, my memories,Disarm my skin, and my back,hollow eyes,Leave everything at the alter, for the higher power to see,Offer myself up to the earth,the universes playground;Let God do work on me,Let the ocean silence my pain,and allow my body to submerge itself into a rebirth,I will begin […]
rub the hurt out of my skin,wash the oil out of my hair,scrub the nerves into a calm state,heaving while screeching every morning,knee’s bent, seething,an illness that is just not visible to the eye,A lie they think,as I scream from the internal scarring,womb a chamber of memory, a cave of secrets, repression, and golden nectar,I […]
my modesty, my gratitude,built in your name,your image,you, who created a dream for me,who joined two lives together for me,you with your voice, across the phone in several tongues,bringing countries together,so I could understand, Ama,Grief cannot be a word to describe my punctured heart now,full, pulsating, You took me me from hell,and made me a […]