Old Vibe, New Times

His poetry spoke to me before I even knew that he could align words with such power

When his words sung to me I could finally hear the love in his heart

So he lived Continue reading Old Vibe, New Times

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A Colored White Girl

When I was younger my differences were brought to my attention by the race of people I was told I belonged to

Before then I had no sense of skin tones and what the hell melanin was

I begin to compare

And before then I had no sense of self awareness

But here I was stepping into my new light surrounded in darkness

Alone Continue reading A Colored White Girl

I Wish For Someone To Love You

I love me the way he desires the art of the petals hidden in my garden Flourishing between my hips

But with a defining sense of who I am

I see more of his need of me in him than his desire to grow for self

He’s so eager to be reborn Continue reading I Wish For Someone To Love You