She is a living record of what can’t be found in history books. Not even the most skilled artist can capture the layers of life that she wears on her face like armor. Each crease, sculpted by the love for her children. No nip and tuck to help erase the bitter winters that pierced through … Continue reading »
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Tattoo
he wore love on his arm tatted on his skin, a reminder to love himself because no one will do the job better but instead, he loved her dutifully in the morning in the evening and until the sun rose again her warmth had become his security seeking her out whenever he was afraid she … Continue reading »
Word Warrior
Surreal. That’s what it felt like last night as I featured for the first time at the legendary Nuyorican Poets Cafe. The iconic venue which was originally founded in 1973 in the living room of Miguel Algarin, found it’s permanent home at 236 East 3rd street in 1980. There, is where I was given the … Continue reading »
Writing Prompt: Dear Fear..
Dear Fear, There are days that I don’t think about you at all. You hide yourself well often appearing when I least expect it. I see you in my baby girl’s smiling eyes I hear you in her coos I feel you in her embrace I smell you in her scent, as I hold her … Continue reading »
Roots
I carry history in my hair Generations of thick tangled tresses Colored with shame at the roots stripped, dyed, burned, fried trying unsuccessfully to alter its DNA. Since birth, my hair has danced violently to a beat of its own Tautly twined coils stretched like the goatskin that cover djembe drums each lock relentlessly rebelling, … Continue reading »
NYCLWG Prompt: What I always wanted…
What I always wanted, was to feel her touch like inspiration. Slightly parted lips that greet me hello every morning the way the sun kisses the sky at dawn. She is heaven and I want to live in her forever. Build legacies from the ground up because she comes from a strong foundation. Teach her … Continue reading »
Liberation
liberation won’t come through prayer, even though I’ve tried to free myself from the temptation of his kiss, his touch, the way he whispers my name when we make love lost deep in the ocean of my scent, his hands, paint petroglyphs on my skin I carry traces of his love like DNA addiction … Continue reading »
The Chosen (Part 2)
A few years ago I wrote a poem titled The Chosen which spoke of my struggle to conceive. It was probably the most personal poem I’ve ever written. With the birth of my beautiful daughter I felt that it was necessary to write a follow-up poem because I have finally been chosen to be a mother. These … Continue reading »
De Donde Vengo Yo (Where I’m From)
This want of knowing is greater than the need of oxygen in my lungs For, to be alive and not know who you are or where you’re from is not the same as living. De donde vengo yo is not a question. It is a statement. An affirmation of where I’m from. Because where I’m … Continue reading »
Fascinations
if you were a pure bolt of fire cutting the skies i’d touch you risking my life not because i’m brave or strong but because i’m fascinated by what the outcome will be. ~Nikki Giovanni *That excerpt is from Nikki Giovanni’s poem Fascinations.
