I love my mother with the intensity of one thousand suns. When she asks me to hold her hand. I squeeze it with reduced strength. She has given up so much for me. Her life force drained from labor. With nurturing eyes, she raised me and saw me grow. Yet, with a firm and steady … Continue reading Under Moms Control
Amo a mi madre con la intensidad de mil soles. Cuando ella me pide que tome su mano. Lo aprieto con fuerza reducida. Ella ha renunciado tanto por mí. Su fuerza vital se drenó del trabajo. Con ojos cariñosos, ella me levantó y me vio crecer. Sin embargo, con un estilo de crianza firme y … Continue reading Abajo De La Falda
Spill your bottle on the cemetery dirt, Sing the song that I love so much. Burn the incense over my grave, Dance, stomp, enjoy yourself, y’all. There is a party in the cemetery, You’re all invited to come, Bring drinks and food for those below you, It starts when the sun dips. Ends when the … Continue reading Dionysus Versus Ogbunabali
What ever happened to the kind words? Did they die? When was the funeral? Not that I would of gone... If death was the reason, Astonished is how I would react. Now, all we have is impulsive rudeness. Evil words. Sarcastic compliments. Oh my, How the hate flows. Is it natural? Is being unkind natural? … Continue reading Where Are The Kind Words?
Old men are like old trees. They are everywhere. Their firmly planted, Have roots somewhere, And hold experiences longer than other peoples lives. These old men may even have strict, rigid lives. But, Bring a storm around them Then watch. Let the currents of life rip branches of theirs apart, Viciously, Merciless wind will show … Continue reading You’re Firewood
Video Narration by Author: Click Here I lit an oil fire in a cooking pan At three in the morning On the stovetop of my new apartment Sizzles of oil meeting water Makes balls of fire jump They try to kiss my neck But the smoke warns me prior Put a lid on … Continue reading I’m Feeling That K.V.
I don’t have much sleep, I’ve convinced myself that it is for the weak. “You’re young” they say, “You can do it all.” Okay? “Fuck you” I say. Feel like heavy clouds on my eyes, A thick black one on my mind, Nicotine is my high. But only for what seems like brief seconds, Oh … Continue reading 16 Hours, Double Shift