Night Terrors
…we were all told not to speak of it.
But in the night, these memories haunt, lips sealed, we see each other different.
Category: Poetry
As She Should Be
it should be more,
than a dream,
That our great great great
Grandchildren
Get to be
On an Earth, that is still
Beautiful.
As She Should Be.
It Continues
They are all voiceless.
Forced into quiet by the
constant present threat of
violence.
Mummy Tummy
nikifunga shuka
Ndio kiuno irudi
Do side bends, or sit ups,
Its not from shame, or because
I’m unhappy…
I Gots This
Your best case scenario?
That I give up…
Nope.
Airbrush
When food smudges are no longer
Romantic to wipe off…
The Letter By The Bed Says. Watch and Read.
My too much is now static.
And, you’re chilled out, like that’s
how its supposed to be.
But, That’s Not What They Were Fighting For
with their husbands names,
hidden under their teeth…
And This, Today, I Swear To Be True.
Life, and its participants
may choose, as they choose,
And ultimately,
I choose you.
To Silence
In our ideology of morality,
Silence is the right answer.