Holding space as women of color to share, love, and support one another. Watching our children laugh, create and play. What more can I say?   It’s a vibe with colorful currents in our airway. A melody only my sisters can play. Men of color…

In response to Langston Hughes “Harlem” Strange enough I find myself thinking of you. Sitting here reminiscing about our forgotten fruit. The hopes and dreams we had in hopes of a life together.   Predicting we could withstand any storm together. I take your hands…

Response to earlier poem “Homecoming” The land you know, even when you are lost can return you to a final destination called home. The road searching for a hard and deep plot of land to lay your weary bones. The faces gather to watch in…

Dear Fire Within, You only seem to activate when my buttons are pressed and a rage resurfaces from deep within. It is when you appear, I feel the people-pleasing subside. The need to run and hide. There is a power you possess that I need…

The last time it rained my heart was perplexed. As drops land on the windshield, Your words flood my mind with regret. I should have left. Instead, I replied, “let’s give this another try.” Merely to stay by your side. A downpour of mixed emotions….

Along the path to enlightenment, we encounter life’s highs and lows. Mere survival and determination become a mantra. Acquiring the physical and mental strength to surpass primitive understanding. Guides tend to periodically download pieces of a mastered blueprint into our memory. Bound by songs of…

Surrending to the chaos we wait for the call. The destination predicted to end us all. One by one we look up towards the sky, many still questioning why. There is no fire, nor storm, or rain just simply pain. Cascading around us like a…

Gather around children let me tell you a story about Zero, the most powerful number in the universe. In the beginning, the quiet was interrupted by a stillness called Zero. Zero was born out of a life force like no other. So strong Zero didn’t…

The land you know, even when you are lost can soothe a broken spirit with a familiar place to call home. The road no longer feels long, it becomes a guide without a map to follow the twists and turns around each corner. Knowing its…

Speculating the possibility of those things deemed unreal and far beyond the reach of reality. How can it be so simple? Contemplating the moment, I no longer fear death and reach into the realm of synchronicity. How can it only be one life, one rhythm,…