Poetry
What I Learned in Middle School

What I Learned in Middle School

I found The Devil in ordinary places:
Always For You

Always For You

I thought I knew life, grasped its seasons, its gentle hum.
ante meridiem

ante meridiem

3:41am i’m going to cherish and regret this experience once i wake up. you’re completely different in person. no. incorrect. on skype. we skyped. we sat and had a conversation, looked at each other’s “faces” through this app called skype as i cursed my internet connection. you looked different. you sounded different. you laughed a...
MOTHER

MOTHER

Mother, your love baked a shell around me until I was ready to crack it and rise from the Earth
to the students who live in two worlds

to the students who live in two worlds

  to you first-generation, first-born, first in the family, low-income students out there i feel you.
Musical Hearts vs. Lion Souls

Musical Hearts vs. Lion Souls

Sometimes it is With instead of Vs. I met another man With a lion soul This is how I know– How I know the difference I am thinking of myself when I say: “Musical heart”
Dear Black Girl

Dear Black Girl

  I know you’ve spent a large portion of your life hearing people tell you to change, or telling that you changed too much and now you need to change differently to fit into that size into that frame in which they want to place you
PRIDE

PRIDE

I hold a collection of stones in my hands. I did not collect them myself, but somehow they got slipped into my pocket. They are not all the same. Some are larger than others, Different shades and colors. Some are rough and hard, Some are smooth, cold.   Each of the stones have words on...
And Broken Were The Bones

And Broken Were The Bones

  And broken were the bones that once held him together. Pretty brown boy found love over the summer. Met her one wild night and dove in head first down Alice’s rabbit hole. Pretty brown boy falls for a dime piece with curves like a coke bottle. And broken were the bones. He snuck her...
How To Find A Path

How To Find A Path

When you walk through the woods at night, what is the one thing you search for?
Missing From Me

Missing From Me

September smells like rain on my window– Pain. Cliches, yeah I know about those.
6:40 P.M.// Telegraph Ave.

6:40 P.M.// Telegraph Ave.

I fell in love in cold weather. Three times. Like my psychic told me.