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 […]

Running

White skinned women, who parade about in their workout gear all day But never seem to break a sweat Like to cross the road when they see us coming. For the record, I want to be intimidating to women too posh to know the difference between Mexican and Puerto Rican Too segregated in their white […]

Father

Shutter stutter step, prance halfway in the room. You are Rudolph. Your nose is bright red, scheming silent guidance in a room for just us. Be purposeful. Speak your words with strength. Pretend you know the answers until you have to concede to google. You are encyclopedias of perfection. You know how many syllables are […]

For A Man Who Would Love Me

I don’t want your fire to overpower mine. But sometimes, I quiet crystallize it, capture it in stone. Vow to come back and erupt. Never do. Your fire takes precedence. It burns white hot and no one ever taught you how to hold it-yourself still. You don’t even want to know. No one ever taught […]