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Category: Writing
Poem: When Our Good Will Snaps
It is hard to watch when our Good Will snaps. When the Rocky storms of life collide come in like a flood agitating pain and fueling ego-informed decisions.
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Excerpt: "May the person named reclaim that they and the generations that are to come are free and can continue to live from a place of liberation, health, love, prosperity and bountiful joy."
Poem: Beauty Cannot Kill It
Dearest Duchess.I hope you see It.I hope you see It clearly now.That thing.That thing that beauty cannot kill.You assumedas many of us havethat once they encounteredyour poiseand Gracethat you would no longer have to face It.Not there.Not in a royal place.Not with the entire world in your face watching.Not with the paparazzi gawking. As they began talkingyou …
Poem: She Who Names the Flames
What you couldn’t comprehend was the fact that those very same flames were the very exact same ones my Ancestors taught me to tame.
Poem: Love is Our Reality
What happens when the warmth of a new day, a new joy, a new will emerges? Emerges and re-minds and re-members and re-calls us back to love? Re-news our minds and re-minds us that we are loved?
What Are the Stories of Your Petals?
As I hear Tupac’s truth through his beautiful metaphor of the rose that grew from concrete, while taking in both Nikki’s associated poem and the quote about change; I am led to the only question I have for us: What are the stories of your petals?
Poem: She Stays
She stay creating transforming destruction into art. She stay owning what she does and all that she is and stay giving from her heart.
Are You Tired of Wearing a Mask?
Maya Angelou’s words found me when I was 15-years-old and have traveled life with me for more than three decades. I have long admired her brilliance with words. However, it was the way she was able to write herself back into her personhood (while living a very colorful and well textured life) that made me love her all the more.
POEM: The Solution of X
This poem was written for the 4th Annual Womxn of Color Summit at the University of San Diego. We are not a problem to be solved. We are, and have always been the answer. We are both sun and moon. We are the Spirit Dancer. All life flows through us whether through womb, if we …
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