Tag Archives: Poetry
He is dark. His hair is nappy. His stature is tall. And I love the way he calls me “baby.” That is fact. Never have I actively courted a man a day in my life. I’ve always been the one … Continue reading
I love you, for my Brain and heart says so. There is no other place than I’d rather be than in your presence- You are my blessing. You are my King. You are my Guyanese love thing. My frustrations, My … Continue reading
Say it with me one time Say it with me two times. Make it three times, dark child: I am Black woman strong singing my freedom song I am night turned into day I am whatever I say And I … Continue reading
This is for yes, This is for no, This is for holding on to hope when you had nowhere else to go. This is for sunshine, This is for rain, For the time he said “I love you” And that … Continue reading
Freedom rings, Or does it knock? Am I deaf? Or is my hearing blocked by what I am, and what I am not?
For years he came and I went. Last week we switched roles. I haven’t seen him since.