October is National Domestic Violence Awareness Month! How I wish we didn't need this special time of remembrance and revelation, but we must continue to remind people of the devastation that domestic violence brings into the lives of its victims, a form of Hell that destroys and kills. I wrote this poem in honor of... Continue Reading →
She never looked at me or spoke my name. I wondered if my very existence caused her pain. She told me that she wasn't meant to be a mother, So I thought that I might've been the child of another. Maybe I was born to someone who adored me, Instead of this woman who seemed... Continue Reading →
I have decided to participate in the OctPoWriMo 2019 challenge: 31 poems in 31 days. I am not really a poet, but I like to be challenged. It also allows me to have a reason to write every day. Day One prompt is Dark Night of the Soul. My soul suffered that dark night, My... Continue Reading →
Pause from busyness. Your world needs you whole and hale. Rest your tired body. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefueille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: pause.
It's like a fever! Girls being fierce and able. Don't stop the movement. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: fierce and fever.
Heart heavy with pain. Sadness ushers in the night Morning will soon come. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: sadness.
Take pride in helping. Fight for the rights of others. Look beyond yourself. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Pride and Fight.
Red hunk of sweetness. Caterwaul echoes of joy. Mouths covered with juice. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: Summer love. Also July Writing Prompt from Putting My Feet in the Dirt: caterwaul echoes. I loved the few times we could afford watermelon. We ate it right to the core, trying not to... Continue Reading →
Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille, June 26, 2019: sun bathing. As a black person, I have always wondered about the efficacy of becoming brown in such a painful way, especially when I see people who look like lobsters afterwards. Basking in the sun. Skin turning brown painfully. Why, is my question?
Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: strange and super. It is a strange thing. A superpower of moms. Love never-ending.
Help from Heaven 