Yeah, I’ve got the blood of my forefathers. But I got the spirit of my foremothers, in our bones, in our marrow,so we grew strong. we’ve got the spirit of my foremothers that grew children on prayers and a broken dime. Strong on the backs of women who learned to live in war zone houses… Continue reading Warrior Women; a poem
I am sorry for the ache I’m not sorry for the hope But I’m sorry that it was a mistake But you got to understand, we were a downhill slope You loved me so hard I wished that I could have loved you back But when I saw you in the church yard I knew… Continue reading Unloved Love; a poem
I forget myself Because I fell into your cracks, crooks, and broken things. Because I wanted to be something so badly that I fell and fit perfectly and I forget myself I forget how to save myself again But I remembered begging for mercy I remembered clutching it like pearls But I forget myself.
We’ll lie asleep While angels weep And all the bad things Pass us by Yes,lovers cry But no matter the ache Make no mistake This will not be the end Hearts will mend Dreams will grow And you will know What it is to have a happily ever after Despite these unholy disasters So don’t… Continue reading Grow; a poem
I hold the burden of it in my chest A welcoming unwelcome guest I remember it when I want things to look small Or when time comes to stall And on a starry night I imagine you could say sorry right But it’s okay There is so much more to say But those words aren’t… Continue reading A Burden; a poem
This damn soul is mine Can’t pawn it on you now Got to fight this one
I am flesh and bones and dust. I am dangerously human. I am terrifyingly human. I am like the monstrous men and massacre makers. I am like a savior. I am human Because I can imagine the things born on mankind’s back. I am incredibly human. I am blood and sweat and dust again.