Blueberry Mornings 7/30


Delicate has never been my style I’m more the fences, ditches, running with the boys type The only bushes I’ve played in has been between thick thighs and welcoming sighs I too found my thrill on blueberry hill She was juicy and sweet The thought of those moments linger I still crave hickies and tender…

Disten


From the moment I saw you it was like God sent me a piece of heaven Unearthed Sekmet’s tomb and put the ferocity of Nzingha in your eyes I was hypnotized as your words sent hieroglyphics across my skin We were more than kindred spirits Karmic connections crossed oceans and raised mountains The Dead Sea…

Black Like Love


Black girl standing there looking so down and blue Red with anticipation Sick with grief Every other word a broken melody of some fool’s promises Frozen with remnants of a faded smile Those stricken glistening eyes hiding the depth of your cries The lies you’ve convinced yourself I know You’re not ok You’re not fine…

Treating The Seriously Injured


My mother and I are night owls. This weekend we found ourselves up around three in the morning talking in the living room. While everyone else in the house quietly slumbered she spoke words to me that I haven’t been able to stop thinking of. I have always been a very ambitious person. I work…

Metaphorically Speaking


Maybe we can have scrabble inspired weekends Slow stroll away Saturday into prayer blessed kitchens on Sunday soul fixings I wanna Harlem Renaissance into a BB King blues Langston Hughes some Angela Davis into an oral fixation We can Chain of Fools until that Change finally come And I’ll Sing A Song For You over…

Fertile Ground


I wake up to an all too familiar feeling that has greeted me over the last several years. The awakening of my femininity. I draw my knees to my chest feeling the softness of my silk nightgown. Run my hands up my thighs and through my locs. Arch my back and exhale loudly. Subconsciously I…