A poem a day for 2015 - day 64 - For Jasmine McClain

Jasmine McClain was only ten years old
A black girl
A black girl like me
North Carolina black girl
Hanged herself and took her last breath in her mother's arms

Jasmine McClain was bullied in school
In school
School
Ten years old
This is not God's plan
For our babies to have hearts that break so snap
That tears rush inside and send messages to fingers
Little fingers
Little hands
To hang

Somebody saw
Somebody heard
Somebody felt

And now she is dead
Dead
Jasmine McClain is dead
Sticks and stones rarely break bones these days
But babies die from words
Words
Hands
Little fingers
Words

Me at The World Stage

A poem a day for 2015 - day 63 - Moment

Reaching for sleep now
For ease of ache of this head
Thankful for life now

A poem a day for 2015 - day 62 - Above

Sister moon full as
pie, watch over me tonight.
Hold me miracle.

Days

Some days I know this book will be finished on time and some days I have my doubts. Today I have my doubts.

Days

Some days I can check all of the messages in my email and some days it's all too much. Today it's too much.

Gratitude

Today I am thankful for my open eyes
For conversations with my son
I am thankful for love that surrounds me
For my health and strength
I am thankful for a long bath tonight
For a headache slowly going away
I am thankful for my family
For my mother
My son
For my friends
I am thankful for my safety and
The comfort and safety of my loved ones
I am thankful for being thankful
I am thankful for this moment
And this one

My art

A poem a day for 2015 - day 61 - Bless

I connect with the
power of this day. I hear
guidance in the leaves.

My art

A poem a day for 2015 - day 60 - Like this

Feed my soul with sun
With art, poetry and love
Flowers and good talk

V Kali, me