poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
and I Awaken,In Her Spirit that has not Forgotten Me,her people remember me,the waters continue to feed me,Clean me Out as if I’m their daughter,I am their Daughter,Daughter of Father Sun, His Princess Sun Provider,The One who gave Light to our Homes, so the Sun now continues to feed me,I am not suffering in the […]
Love,and its Pains,Its Sting mightier than the Others,The Bee,and how it Punctures deep,Leaves its Pinchers in Flesh,Leaves me Bloodied,Black, Yellow, Maroon,Different stages in the Bruising of the Heart,Different marks left from different People,Imprints, Moulded: in memories, words, places,Whole timelines just splattered,Blood stains my Eyes, The Walls, Weeping,I am tired,Stinging. Stung.