When my time in this body is finished Let me be remembered as Black and Womxn of my own choosing Angry Defiant Joyful Triumphant Let them forget what I endured Exhault in what I refused to accept Dance in what I chose to resist Let me die not as Queen I will leave the room … Continue reading A Song for One Old Womxn
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NaPoWriMo
Malala was shot in the face. Assata was nearly beaten to death in prison even as she carried her child. Berta Caceras was murdered. Sandra Bland died in police custody. Erica Garner's heart failed under the strain Why do they only care when our bodies are forfeit When our blood becomes the ink in … Continue reading NaPoWriMo
Even Monsters Need Flowers, Conclusion
Final thoughts, and an affirmation of radical self love. I am a Black and Indigenous Womxn. I have been enslaved and colonized. All that has been stolen, all that has been murdered, all that has been snuffed out and destroyed flows in my blood, thrums in my bones. I have internalized all of that … Continue reading Even Monsters Need Flowers, Conclusion
Salted Honey and Self Love
I always find what I need from the words, the mouths, the souls of Black Womxn. Without fail. Without cease. Without lies. The way that our poetry cuts and heals at the same time. The way it makes me wander off in my head and heart to my past, trying to capture why it was … Continue reading Salted Honey and Self Love
What to Do If You “Don’t Know What to Do”
I hear it every day. "I don't know what to do to help." "I don't wan' t to say/do the wrong thing." "I'm afraid to mess up." Too often these words are nothing more than an excuse to do nothing. They are a dose of paralytic fear that serves no one, least of all … Continue reading What to Do If You “Don’t Know What to Do”
Love Letters to My Grandchildren
I discovered Instagram last year or so. I began using it as an alternative to Facebook and discovered that I had a lot more control over the appearance of toxic waste in my online feed. I keep Facebook out of necessity--it reaches the most people when getting the word out about events, causes, etc. … Continue reading Love Letters to My Grandchildren
