We don’t know ourselves,
Until we have to go looking
For something hidden,
As if it’s gone missing,
We dig through ancestry,
To try to construct,
By deconstructing identity,
We look up,
Hands clasped,
Always searching out,
When the answer,
Rests within.
Tag: Poetry
Full Moon Thoughts
A white halo rests over ground,
Ice chills the core,
And the glow of moonlight illuminates
This early night,
I should beckon my lids to close,
But even when they do,
I’ll remain awake,
Lost in these full moon thoughts of you
Pre-Colonial Truths
Daughter of an immigrant,
Callouses of colonial bonds keep me tethered,
To a past always out of touch,
Wanting to know my people,
Longing for a home that has been fragmented,
I am perpetually in mourning,
Of what truths,
now post-colonial,
I can never know.
Femininity: Mine
Breasts and waist,
Curves swell,
And I take shape,
Loving every moment of my sensuality,
To merge at the apex,
A rose
Of my femininity.
Curls cascade around shoulders,
Framing face,
There is laughter in their dance,
Messily they shift in place,
They motion to my figure
A goddess,
Clothed,
Sublime,
The heat in my sexuality,
At the core of a femininity,
That is
Mine.
Color is golden,
Brown,
A soft, baked bun,
A bit more than done,
Delicious in its presentation,
Not to mention taste.
Oh, A ripened plum,
Juices,
Dripping from
Your face,
I am more than
Looks—complexion, body, lips,
I am an essence,
A feeling,
A bath of the hypnotic,
Erotic,
I’ll say
The exotic,
I’ll take,
A storm,
And a quake,
A river running through my
Hips,
An orgasm of hope,
A beautiful, trembling descent
Down, down, down
Plunging
Into the familiar unknown.
My Soldier
I don’t want to thank you
For something you never wanted to do,
I don’t want to thank for the pain that has been endured by you,
I will thank you for being human,
However that may be,
For being a spirit of compassion, of vulnerability,
I will not thank you for pain you shouldn’t need to feel,
I will thank you for feeling the need to protect me and my,
Even if I don’t agree in our enemy,
I thank you for being Soldier,
my family, my friend.
Attention, Redirected
Do you have a breath
Of air,
To exhale?
A moment to ponder
A thought?
If you do, it’s done,
Attention
Directed
To a new spot.
She of Letters 