Poems about being Black in America
About being an American
About not being an American
About being African
About not being African
Love
Friendships
Ex loves and ex friends
Money
No money
Homes and no homes and home again
Hope and no hope
And faith
And being faithful
And patient
And afraid
So fucking afraid
So fucking much of the time
And tears
And meds and off meds
And this brain of mine
Food and being hungry and not having food
And having food and feeding others because
Being hungry sucks
Because being hungry will make a motherfucker lose her shit
I write poems about being a mother
About how I didn't know I could ever be so lucky
About whether or not I believe in luck
About living in Los Angeles
About palm trees and Venice Beach
Because that's what people think about when they hear Los Angeles
Not gangs
Not traffic
Not sisters not being safe in their own homes
In our own homes
Not fists through walls
Not suicide hotlines
About early morning breakfasts at Denny's on my birthday
About this gray hair coming in so fast
About this weight
The weather
About nothing
Nothing
Something I don't write about anything at all
I sit
And stare
Out the window
And think about
Tomorrow
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