To own my life means to own my woundsTo let the blood flow and grow me upTo wear my scars with prideAnd find the courage to survive.
Moonlight and Water
Many moonlit nights ago At another park By another pond Under different trees Watching dusk unfold I had been seated Between my parents. Deeper than the shade of those trees Was the cool comfort Of their loving grace I was a little girl The world was large and wonderful And in the care of the …
Water, water, everywhere
They float on water, Dive into the pools Bathing, washing, cleaning It doesn’t yet wash off The pain and the angst The sinking hole in my heart Is yet unfilled The fire still burns Oceans can’t quench it
A Brown Girl
Is it my brown skin that you don't like?Or that despite my brown skin,I stand where I do?Or maybe you don't likethat I was born a girland I was to stand behindmy man while he baskedin all the glory.But instead, although I am a girl,I take center-stageand take the applausefor my life's work.Or maybe it …
Serene Summer Nights
Serene summer nights!No picture of the soft breeze,Nor of the sound of falling water,Nor of the tiny fireflies that accompany meAs I stroll on the deck… No mention of the heartbeatsIntermittently racing and calmLike thunder in the distanceDelivering lightning strikes of a coming stormAnd yet urging I dwell in the stillnessBefore it comes No glimpse …