Sons Borne

I know that men are not trained to be gentle You take pride in your rough hands- that you work hard That your mother doesn’t have to work anymore. But you don’t listen when she tells you how lonely she feels Behind her white picket fences Spending her days trapped on the porch swing you […]

Pt.2

When you were little you sat on the toilet in the good bathroom And mom braided your hair. It’s weird,  being black of a white mother Like being raised by a tiger rather than a lioness And as many times as it frustrated you That day,  when you were late because Mom drew criss-crossed braids […]

Mango skin

The smell in the kitchen: plantains caramelizing in the pan. Whispers of sugary starch browning in coconut oil This is an experience that,  growing up,  you could only share with the people in your home. The sweetest sugar cane water filling your mouth in the summertime. The drip of mango juice down your face. You […]