
VENERATION FOR TONI MORRISON (Poem)
Ancestor Toni taught me to protect my stories and language fiercely,
to be wary of Eurocentric editing and code-switching,
to celebrate the way we speak and our intricacies.

THE SOUNDTRACK TO MY C-SECTION (Poem)
I chose Beyoncé,
wishing to be Sasha Fierce brave
as they strapped my arms down to the table.

LINE SISTER (Poem)
You bleed, I bleed—
our monthlies in sync so we
lust, overeat, bloat and PMS on beat.

LET IT SHINE THROUGH (Poem)
Sis, your soul glow like Darryl. On God.
And how you make it look easy? It’s hard.
When the world burns, they expect us to cook.

AIN’T NOBODY DOPE AS ME AT 14 (Poem)
That night, hip-hop sweet-talked me like
Cadillac driving Southern playas rockin fur coats and gators.
Hot and sticky like the South,
rap lyrics flowed from my mouth.

NEXT STOP (Poem)
Imagine two intellectual Brooklyn backpacker rappers
reciting 1970 words from Queen Toni Morrison
on and 88-Keys produced beat.

THE CLOSEST I EVER FELT TO GOD
Minutes after the radiologist called to inform me that
cancer made a new home in my lymph nodes,
my back yard filled with baby blue birds,
an army of angels singing

THE PEAR TREE (Poem)
What began my obsession with growing things?
Maybe it was being a gifted kid full of curiosity.
Or growing up in a stuffy apartment too small for my dreams.

JUST A SATURDAY NIGHT IN MONTGOMERY (Poem)
It was a regular Saturday at the dock,
the kind where folks come to unwind
and leave the troubles on their minds behind.

SUCCEED (Poem)
I need I need I need I need
discipline and visioning
in order to succeed.
When the chips are thin
I’m hustlin’ in order to succeed.

OH, BALTIMORE (Poem)
‘Twas the month of February in the year 2015
when my child was conceived—
two months before Freddie Gray
lost his life just 45 minutes away.

WHEN YOU’RE SEVENTEEN
U Don’t Know
what you’re doing after school
when you’re seventeen and just seen
two planes crash into buildings
during 3rd period Geometry

FRIENDS, FRIENDS, FRIENDS.
Friends,
how many of us have them
times when tragedy strikes
and the homie you expect
is nowhere in sight?
THE SUNSHINE
Everybody loves the sunshine,
especially this baldie queen
straight outta chemotherapy

AWARENESS (Poem)
I’m learning to stop comparing
the self I am today
with the self I was yesterday.

HOW BEAUTIFUL IS THAT? (Poem)
On crisp breezy mornings,
the yawning branches speak to me.
They say, “Darling, you can do anything.“

SWEET VICTORY
Beauty standards are not for anyone’s protection,
nor are smiles because you’re supposed to be polite.
It is a losing strategy to be polite.

I WAS THE SEÑORITA (Poem)
One day when I was walking,
walking to the fair,
I ran into some trauma,
almost took me out of here.

DARK-SKINNED 80s BABY (Poem)
I felt blessed to see Alex Wek
til’ her blue-black shine
was compared to mine.
Middle schoolers must be crazy.

BEHOLD WHAT I LEAVE BEHIND (Poem)
By the time my cocoa-colored compassionate soul clashes
with God’s marshmallow skies,
chocolate-covered steam
will rise and shine