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…