I sit by your cribFor neither the “manger” nor the manager matterFor now, they tell me how to beHow to holdWhen to touch and when not to touchDid I ever imagine that women in cloaks and grubby shoes would tell me how to love you?How to mother you?Was it not I that carried you for … Read more
You’re a face to some A smile, eyes, brows Not intelligent enough. Not quite gifted. Not the right fit at the table But you are soul Creation embodied in a human with thoughts, emotions, purpose They see what they choose Race. Job. Degree. Pedigree.They count accolades like a ticking clock.One. Two. Three. As if time … Read more
Many nights, there are sonnets lingeringThey come to me when the dawn crawls beneath the horizonAnd dusk rises above the ground When I close my eyes, I can always see themDancing through the air in black and white Dressed in tulle and ballerina pumpsJasmine and lavender plaited into their hairMany nights, I hope that they … Read more