If anyone has been overlooking me, it must have been me Sometimes I’m drowning but everyone sees Except me How can you be quiet and loud at the same time? I think my heart beats too loud because I won’t open up my mouth And say I see myself in quicksand Fifteen feet to the […]


Aren’t you tired of being too loud for these niggas to hear you? Aren’t you sick of being too small for the space you’re meant to occupy, too large, too loud for everywhere else? Isn’t it exhausting being woman and black and battered and beaten and still standing? But Nobody’s got you, sis. If we […]


How can I make our love more like Saturday mornings after too much wine? More like Tuesday quickies at 6 am, cuz fuck it- I’d rather be late to work More like forehead kisses goodbye Like intertwined fingers and flirtatious eyes Like evenings watching the stars in your lap Like massaging your shoulders until you […]

Again & Again

We make the promise Again- You go that way, I’ll go this way. Still, you keep coming back to me. You smell of other women’s perfume, Of rotting corpses: The half eaten lives You promise me Again & Again You give me anxiety- My nails scratch away at my skin Leaving red rashes in their […]

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 […]


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 […]