Searching for the deepest parts of my soul. Living the richest moments of my life. City dweller. Queer. Black. Haiku artist. This is my poetry. Get lost with me.
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(circles)

funny how some things

come back around,

you find the things you lost

were never really found,

and the things you found,

you found in being lost,

and your yesterday’s

fade to afterthoughts,

but thoughts, nonetheless

and that’s when you confess

who you were yesterday,

hasn’t run that far away.

(life lessons)

when life gives you shit,

turn that shit into bricks of

gold, feel me nigga?

do you remember

yourself before your ego

swallowed you whole?

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(lover’s block)

when you’re in love,

are you supposed to write 

beautiful things about being in love?

because for me, 

it’s as if every time i try

to write about it,

the keys underneath my fingers

crush from the force of our

thick, sultry, encapsulating 

passion for each other.

(breakfast in bed)

i want to wake up

between your legs, have your brown

sugar for breakfast

lick your sticky sweet

icing up from your rising,

warm chocolate center

*make love to you, and

call it a sunday morning

breakfast in bed.

Drowning: A Six Step Process

You know every other full moon, the tide rises over twelve feet tall.

Yet, you still wade in the water, because where else would you go?

You love the sea, more than air you breathe.

You are going to drown. You know this.

As you watch the first wave begin to grow with every rolling inch,

You think, maybe it doesn’t have to end like this.

Maybe I can swim with the wave.

But you know you can’t swim. Not under a 12-foot wave and speeding

current.

You take a deep breathe before it hits you. 

Turns your life upside down.

Squeezes your heart.

Takes your breath away.

You withstand the blows each ripple delivers onto you in every direction.

You let it hit you.

You wonder how long you can hold your breath underwater.

Then, you wonder how long you can’t.

You fight the current you’ve been swept under, but can’t reach the top.

So you tell yourself, “I’m going to reach the top. I’m almost there.”

You tell yourself, you’re not going to drown this time.

You tell yourself, maybe tomorrow but today I’m not going to drown.

You tell yourself that today is not the day that you let go.

But you knew today was the day, when you saw the full moon last night.

You knew today was the day when you stood in the water, waiting.

You knew you were about to lose yourself, to the very thing you loved.

You see a light.

You don’t know if it’s the surface or the light.

You just hope, the light doesn’t see you cry.

Doesn’t see you go limp, grow still.

How do you let the light in without seeing you cry?

Without watching you crumble?

You wonder if you ask the light to look away, maybe it’ll listen.

Unfortunately, I don’t know if the light listens or not.

Because I’m still standing in the water,

Waiting for a 12-foot wave that I know is rising, to meet me at the shore,

And drown me.

Six word story:

Then, she finally wrote her poem.