The Parting of the Black Sea (Poem)
As my hair thins out and balds
and continues to fall,
I’m reminded
that my hair always changes
when my life does:
Post-Op (Poem)
Three showers after
my last fibroid removal,
my vagina still smelled clinical,
like freshly opened
Caucasian flesh-colored Band-Aids
Writing Is… (Poem)
Writing helps me
chronicle my healing,
but writing, in itself,
is not healing.
It’s a testimony,
a ticket to bear witness,
a praise and worship service
reminding me of God’s presence
because, ”If He did that for her,
I Am An Endangered Species
I AM AN ENDANGERED SPECIES
A Poem By Farah Lawal Harris
I am an endangered species.
To be Black and woman
and strong and sensitive
and inspired while inspiring
is an incredible feat.
I need to rest my tired feet,
but I’m too busy filling up the one seat…
