Friday, August 28, 2015

a list

the first time my mother disowned me
the first time my mother said i love you in english
the crushing weight of a boy forcing himself on top of me
shoplifting makeup
that night we got high
panic attack
my mother's reaction to my panic attack
giving up
the last time he said i love you in english
when i stayed up and talked to god
and saw the moon outside my window so i assumed he was listening
when a baby girl made my heart tremble
a flickr of hope in late may




Wednesday, August 5, 2015

When they ask 
Tell them I miss home 
Like I miss a love gone bad 
I don’t miss you 
I miss the love 
I miss who you were 
We decayed and flourished 
We had to leave for us to grow 
Just caught glimpses of each other 
I had to be gone 
But nothing will ever taste 
Like your first love

-For Kenya 

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Long hours and
Low compensation
and Low levels of
exposure to sunshine
Make us sore and raw
Not our bodies
As much as our souls

-for women who stopped smiling years ago