poetry

dem moon girls know of high tides /
beating against tower walls whose /
emotions swing in the dark of night /
echoing the pain of their…

I AM THE VOICE OF A BLACK WOMAN CAUGHT BETWEEN YOUTH AND OLD AGE /
I AM THE VOICE OF AN ANGRY BIRD THAT CAN’T UNDERSTAND THE VIDEO APP /

I AM THE VOICE OF ALL OF THE ANCESTORS…

My heart hue rose gold /
Transforms /
To sword in stone /
I could be my own king /
I could marry my own soul /
I could be alone…