My Mommy Poem

Married single momma with five children and no recollection of how holy your scars are. Ye Yo you are are the universe with the world in your breast and sun in your eyes. Yes you get lonely but No search for what is without can surpass what is within.

Family Secrets and the Beginning of Forgiveness

Sometimes I kick my own ankles and

Trip on my shoelaces,

bruise and scratch my shins

tryna count the paces it will take for me to win.

Because I'm made up of things like

parks with swing sets

and when mommy let me ride my bike in the street.

Not on the side walk

with all the other kids,

Cuz it was just that cool to be in the street.

Most of the times I looked out into the street

lights on my porch

from the windows that I think were beautiful

because they look like Sankofa from the side.

But rules were to shut the blinds that night

We always forgot to open them in the morning...

Some rules were meant to be broken

like no eating in the bedrooms.

So I left a bag of chips on my sheets

Only for 10 minutes and I thought that beds gave birth to ants that day.

I found a hill 2 inches tall,

We were all were hungry I suppose.

I grabbed the bottle of bleach,

sprayed my pillow

staining Mickey with cotton white cheeks.

Not a word left my mouth about the discovery

Silence begets

silence can't save you from all harm and danger

So yes,

We heard the exclamations of fed-up-ness and domestic violence-ness,

homegrown pain.

These fists that exist in our hearts and minds

Not only hurt you

But hurt us too

Like primary encouragement

for a pot on the head

or a hot spoon

recovering & transforming

& a dripping red mouth

shut against your common law lover.

I've learned that it's against common law to choose wisely.

I still look from those beautiful bars

that look like Sankofa from the side.

Sometimes bars and chains

and tears and pain

become your source of pride.

I wish to say this to those

who gave me something to hide.

Who should have said it before

My double digit parade came

Leading the way to the death of the charade.

I need you, you need me.
We're all a part of God's body.
Stand with me, agree with me.
We're all a part of God's body.
It is her will that every need be supplied.
You are important to me, I need you to survive.

I pray for you , you pray for me.
I love you, I need you to survive.
I won't harm you with words from my mouth.
I love you, I need you to survive.

Therapy Pt. 1

Revelation: In my attempt to understand, I must digest and translate. Not regurgitate.

It was the first morning of the world.

And we came with accents.

But our secrets stolen. Our shit taken. Our skin radiated light like sun under our skins. Read, yellows and browns.

Our wombs may-be made

To heal and nurse back the black and blue bruises and wounds.

Push us out from the Earth. Pushed down. We push back up and out back, expanding to take it back.

Children strong from the start.

Back to the Future now.

Back to where we started from, when stars burned in our eyes. Brighter than the North star. Brighter than it is from afar.

The next morning, We will wake up next to a river.

Our voices and hearts stronger than ever.

(A compilation of some stuff I think in poem form.)

Precursor to Poetry...

Only in growth, reform and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.

Stay Vibrating Higher...

I've been having great big long days... They feel so unreal when I get home. They feel like eternities and are worth more than gold... Everyday I expand and Im learning to live with Purpose. Knowledge not just Faith. Because faith is married to doubt... Ya know?? I don't wanna doubt my life. I wanna live without fear. Fear holds me from being that one I know that I can become. I gotta push back against myself sometimes...

And I'm learning that success is married to failure.


Everything has happened for a reason. And everything I do must be a preparation for what will come. I know I will get what I have prayed for. I am building up momentum. I am all that there is and I operate through Love. It's all love. It's all for the love...


I met and connected with actor Mel Jackson today at Hue-Man Bookstore in Harlem. He was doin a theatre workshop which turned into a spiritual gathering focused on moving forward and fulfilling your purpose given by the Creator, God, Love, Nature... through a gift you are born with.

(Of course I gotta put my soul mama on this post. I'm gonna see both my mamas (J Monae and E Badu) on June 7th!!)

Once we know. We have to make a decision which direction we will go without fear or doubt. First steps are the hardest. And I have to take mine 2mm. Now. NOW!!! As I type this letter... I just continued a painting and I wanna continue my altered book and publish some poetry. Make my lists and get on my grind. Jump up from bed running no even stepping anymore. Dance classes are in effect this summer!

I often wonder what gift I am to focus on to bring Light and Love into this world so that I can help save it... Is it painting? Singing? Dancing? Writing? Speaking? Smiling...? But Im gonna stop wondering. I'ma just gonna follow the flow of what is natural for me. Whatever motivation comes to me. Make myself available for the light... Sit in a room alone and let it happen. Pay attention to my dreams.

Becoming more comfortable with the idea of embarrassment because of me showing my soul in front of others.... But that's how we know its real... We feel it. And it's a strong pulse that just leads me and guides me...

Systems of Manifestation of Creativity vary every day for me. You know how I'm always all over the place and I wanna do so much...

False Evidence Appearing Real gets in my way though....!! Grrr. >=(

Anyway... My tattoos and one piercing and hair dye is in effect this summer also. I feel my wings... I'm grooving with mad new music... I dance in my room and imagine choreographing and singing in concert and shit... I gotta make it happen.

Also, I broke up with my Jersey girl. By far the best relationship I've ever been a part of. Also by far the most cataclysmic... Hm.

So I'm a free agent and I'm enjoying another certain beautiful girl... She's just beautiful. We groove so well. So much alike but so very different. Let's call her Daisy the Poet. =) But of course complications arise... But it's ok because I don't need commitment to anyone but myself rite now...

I'm going to focus on my coconut tree soul for a while...