My poetry

Words that speak
Those that weep,
Tears of truth, of justice and rights

Words that weave,
Bonds of strength
Intertwined by community,
Ties of love, tied by hood

Words that paint,
Colors so bold,
Preaching what needs told
Spirals and murals,
Collages and baroques
Stories from our past,
Building blocks of our future

Words that conceive,
Nurturing and growing
Pushing and bearing
Words that give life,
That create and protect,

Words that feed
That shelter and shield
Words that give room,
That grow and release,
Giving and receiving,

Words that love,
With careless abandon,
Words so free, only as words can be.


Wish a voice to belt out rhymes,
Wish a face to turn your man,
Wish an ass to make them churn
Yet here I am with not much on
Here I am, as brave as can
Down and right,
Bold at heart,
Warrior of might
I am,
Beautiful, sexy, songstress I am,
I am voice,
I am choice,
I am rights,
I am light,
Flight and airy- wind carry me far
Across the land, and over the seas
Carry me bright,
Taint me not,
Speak my rhymes,
Let thy voice be heard,
Preach the truth,
Speak it load,
Say it proud
Song of my heart,
Rhymes of my rights


Dance, a song of my lips

Dance, a rhythm of my hips

Dance, a groove of my limbs,

Dance, woman, Dance, girl,

Dance, mother, Dance, sister,

I dance for you that doesn’t move,

I dance for your bones that be so still,

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My paintbrush

My paintbrush and I haven’t been together for a while now, every time I think of him I am filled with despair. My paintbrush was truly one of my first loves.

I look back at the time spent together, not really remembering, but feeling.

So much emotion – I felt love, sadness, desire, warmth

The past few months have brought me here. Reunited with my love.

I am the happiest I’ve been in a long time.

We may have fumbled, clumsy, not knowing where or how to pick up

But! We made it, we danced, we swirled, there was rain, there was thunder…..

And then, there was – another piece of art – from my paintbrush and I!

I hope you enjoy!

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Woman like Me

Like you she laughs, she squeals for joy

Like you she hurts, pain in her being

Like you she hopes, yearning for tomorrow

She is a sister, she is a friend

Like you she desires, more and much more

Like you she dreams, of distant lands and their treasures

Like you she plans, plots and schemes

She is a wife, she is a mother

Like you she wants, she needs- something

She’s running, chasing after it

Like you she loves, with unrelenting passion

She is afterall, like you, woman

She seeks that which you want, she is like you

Mortal enemy, after your very soul

Just like you, a heart of gold, bottomless pit

She gives and gives, and gives and gives

She is woman, just like you

Can I love her like a sister, treat her as trusted keeper

Can I care for her, show respect coz she deserves it

Can I be her voice, rise up and speak on her behalf

Can I be her armor, defend and guard her when she needs it

Like me she grieves, she moans, she weeps

She is just like me, a woman so deep

Strength of my bones, music of my soul

Curve of my waist, rise of my breast

A woman, you are, just like me

Sisters, friends, lovers, mothers,

Be kind, be graceful, be true- embrace yourselves

I embrace you, woman, just like me