January

Let your voice enter this world; 

as a protest, a war, a declaration against him that keeps telling you to close your Mother’s lips. Do not burn yourself at night and scream your truth into rooms that have no windows. Do not go on your knees and let the humans become your judge and jury. Your knees should only bend for God. Let your Mother’s voice give life to you even when it leaves them into chaos. Take your place into this world and decorate your space with whatever you please. Whatever, you, you, you please. It is a privilege to be you. It is a privilege to be alive. Now go and live. LIVE.

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Wash Day

unzip the rib cage
take out the lines of linen
one by one wash them in the pools of their eyes
wring out the shame of your family tree
throw them into the air
let the sun burn them back to new
catch them and slowly fold them back into yourself

She stopped breathing through the tears

for the love of your mother
never let her labour, your birth
go to waste

her whispers of truth filled up the air
they made the air so heavy that it became impossible to breathe

the truth will set you free
the truth will kill your darlings

may the sun burn away your outer self
may it scorch your earth

may the elements come together
and invite the new

eyes that will not lower their gaze
for no man, no how, no way in hell or for heaven

My home in the sky

She needed a moment. A time out. A peace out. She needed to get herself out of her thoughts and get herself back with… So she excited the four walls, walked up a hill and looked around. All around her were trees that helped her breathe and then she remembered to look up. You see… for a long time she had forgotten how the sky was her escape, her home away from home. She had been looking down for a while and trying to close her eyes during prayer, during meditation but her focus had been off.  Shaky at best. So she found a perfect spot under an old tree and laid on the grass. According to yoga,  she’s doing the corps pose, but if you ask her she is getting back to basics, being with the ground. Her body slowly changed its breathing and her eyes, it was like the first time a baby seeing Mama. She couldn’t stop smiling and was just focused on her home in the sky. Her mind was at ease, cool and calm. She,  for a moment was untouchable.

 

 

You are meant for thick love.

You thought
you were opening yourself up to love
by breaking your own back.

You thought
by drowning yourself in apologies
that it would make you more desirable.

You were actually attending your own burial.
Now you are living six feet under and they are walking all over you.

Stop. Go back to living in the sun.
Let a true lover celebrate you with full force.
Accept the love, the trust, the commitment.
Never stay lingering around an individual
that is not grateful for your presence.
Let a true lover celebrate you.
Let a true lover come to you with commitment.
With intention. With action.
Your Mama did not risk her body and soul
for you to accept the bare minimum.
You are meant for thick love.
Let thick love in.