Just Joking

I wanted to write a poem called: Grab her by her p&$$y But my mother forbade it Something about the language And how it should never be used I’ve been known in the past To tear into sexual harassers Mainly at bars  With my friends When I have some liquid courage But it doesn’t matter …

Curve

(This one was written to be preformed) I’m not curvy I’m curved You see I have one curve Just one And it starts At my waist And goes down One is enough for me I may be lacking In other departments But I know How to move Move like the world Spinning circles As I …

Dry Tears

In the night… Sometimes words flow from my finger tips like tear flow from my eyes. in the night… sometimes its better to learn to love then to give up and die sometimes just sometimes …. I wish it really was ok to cry: Because my words seem far to dry for any eyes In …

Exiled

Exiled from my homeland A place of origin that I’ve never seen A tongue that I cannot speak A culture that supports my dreams Exiled from my homeland Lost stature, lost skin tone No matter how hard I try I will never be welcomed home Exiled from my homeland Blocked and barred from my heart …