
THE QUEEN’S DANCE
The queen danced to Queen. Rebirthed and free she felt, shaking her jelly cuz jam don’t shake like that. Fear don’t shake like that. Thank God the vinyl record didn’t scratch. Box braids in a bun bouncing, beat face pronouncing the announcement that…

SISTA FRIEND
Sista friend, ‘member when
we barely knew each other?
Stuck with each other involuntarily,
tight smiles concealed rolled eyes and sucked teeth
til a fateful Saturday when we saw red and entered the ring,

Happy National Poetry Writing Month!
You could never be me.
First, you’d have to
update your vocabulary. See,
I speak unique, eat and drink
words for breakfast and aperitif
they’re nutrient-dense and fiber-rich.
I’m nouveau riche,
top 10 percent,
MoCo girl, Nigerian,

Poetic Response to Beyoncé’s “AMERIICAN REQUIEM”
Them big ideas are buried here
watered by salty tears of ancestors who feared
freedom would never come.
But here I is,
barefoot but standing tall
busting out of boxes made too small
raspy voice yells, “Hee-haw!”
Y’all done doubted me too long.

27 Mantras To Increase Your Willpower
“We hold the power to change our own lives, one word at a time.”

GOODBYE, WINTER!
Goodbye, Winter.
I leave you with love.
Though your cold cut
through my bones…

Allow Me to Reintroduce Myself!
My name is Farah Lolade Aduke Iyabode Harris. Most people know me as Farah Lawal Harris, a name I love because it identifies some of my intersections. Farah means "joy" in Arabic--My Muslim father and Christian mother gave me that name because I shifted the energy of grief…


RETRACTION RE: SAD POETRY (Poem)
I retract my previous statement
regarding sad poems.
The moratorium on sadness expressed
in couplets and rhyme
has reached the end of its time.

JOY PASSED DOWN (Poem)
You know it’s hot enough when
your nose runs.
Extra points for head sweats.
Egusi soup with fufu—
Ooh! Ooh!

THE A’s OF FIGHT OR FLIGHT (Poem)
Reasons that trigger(ed) fight or flight responses in the author:
Agoraphobia (fear of leaving one’s home or crowded spaces): I was afraid of y’all’s germs before we were mandated to wear masks on faces.

THE AROIDS OF MOTHERHOOD (Poem)
I was cut from a mature mother plant—glowing, succulent leaves
of astonishing beauty.
My root system strong,
but I struggled to get on.

“FARAH” MEANS JOY (Poem)
My name means “joy,”
which was privately funny;
I smile lovely,
but lean melancholy.

FLOWERS (Poem)
I am a sunflower, growing
toward the sun and sprouting
edible seeds before
I’m gone.

1/10. DO NOT RECOMMEND! (Poem)
Alas! My review
of the year 2022.
I’d give it a 1/10,
do not recommend.

SELF-FLAGELLATION STATION (Poem)
I asked myself
“Why didn’t I…?”
Rolled my eyes and sighed,
“I should have”
a thousand times.

FAME IS A B**** (Poem)
Fame is a B-I-T-C-H;
has a song
that’s played out
when it’s still new.

COURAGE (Poem)
Born in
sweltering midsummer—
back when
neighborhood kids
knew crackheads
fondly
by name.

THE CASE OF THE CHRONICALLY ONLINE (Poem)
Groupthink:
When chronically online people
talk incessantly at
other chronically online people
