October 20, 2020

here, we are a jazz song. 

we stand on blest land. 

you tree trunk my roots. 

you keep me on ground. 

at times, i lose track. 

you point out, i am. 

it rained much last week. 

it rained much last month. 

it rained much last year. 

you’re near to point at 

the sun, shines; i bloo...

April 30, 2020

I think I love you enough 

to sleep in a mattress on the floor. 

Forgo institution 

and create our own. 

Carry your baby 

before your last name. 

Loved each other too much for ceremony. 

Love each other too fast for ceremony. 

What does that really mean anyway? 

When we are alr...

February 21, 2020

I did not ask for this 

and if You ask me how I got here

I would not know how to tell You

I did not plan for this

It is one thing to have a fear and another to face it

It could have easily been You

Immortalized

Lifted Up 

Made into Murals

Martyred for a Movement 

At 28 years old

...

July 21, 2019

I find my balance at the back of Your neck

more specifically, at the clasp that prevents Your gold chain from slipping

without You, My tree pose would waver and we’d all yell timber

I find my footing at the breadth of Your shoulders

 the same ones that bear the weight of a...

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