Saturday, February 17, 2018

this is the history of the lineage of women

This is the history of the lineage of women before you
those who were refused by mere being of age
of a certain skin darker than yours

this is the history of the line of women before you
ones who didn't talk about the lining of mistakes
over jealousy like butter and jam

this is the history of the line of women before you
who stood tall in heels
even when they preferred to be sitting

this is the history of the line of women before you
who never got a chance
in the first place to think deeply about the ways one loves

this is the history of the line of women before you
who failed at saying their mind
because speaking in a certain tongue chaffed at eogs

this is the history of the line of women before you
who realized they will become lessons
to the women who came after them in bold marching steps.

Keep guard of the words

Keep guard of the words, my grandmother said
for the words you say roam and come back to you
in other forms, carrying a similar meaning.

A lazy Saturday

Rain has sneaked into your dreams like an old song
tapering over the little things you lay out to sun-dry
coats, misspellings, containers, clothes hanging high and low
you scrape it up, stop complaining about the water
then sit, with fuzzy slippers and old pajamas
watching the same old series run over and over
love scenes, kisses, empty dreams
you light a candle to break away from the dark clouds
lay tucked with the music surrounding you
while you make a composition of the noise and notes
this is a lazy Saturday where you combat all the things
that make you feel alone, all at once.

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

wisdom in everything

There's wisdom in everything
he says, the man who never learnt to read
gives me an example of the bees
how honey flourishes from their insides
how the sun moves from East to West
how the little worms create bacteria in the dirt
there's wisdom in every living thing,
there's wisdom in your heart
how it beats to keep you moving
even when you don't want to stand still.

missed communication

There's a reason why the phone is silent tonight
you had tried to reach out when on the other side
the sun was sleeping

Self-worth

The bare notion
that inside you enough ingredients
to make magic

on a young man's departure

His mother's lap was warm
as was his fleece covered bed
but not the wooden box he's lying in now