July 12, 2017
She is not here merely to entertain.
Your's, to ravenously devour
chew up and spit back
down to the ground,
from where you hoisted her
back-broken, beaten and bloodied.
Her shoulders weren’t fashioned for you to ride up-on.
Bit in mouth, being led about
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The Consumption of the Black Woman (a.k.a. misogynoir)
flash po(em) [upon moving to Cali an ode to H-town]
February 23, 2017
I miss thunderstorms
and the powerful thrust of words unchecked.
Instead there's sunshine & rainbows;
and a life lived with candor, unmet.
February 22, 2017