sadness and i go as far back as birth

i entered this world crying


joy tells me

just because i’ve known something my whole life

doesn’t mean i don’t deserve change

i’m ignoring sadness’ calls and dancing around my room with joy. 


a excerpt from my poetry volume, logolepsy, coming soon. 




classified as fragile and

they told us what we could do

you can bear children, cook meals, and iron our pant suits


we are grew up on lessons of

‘ladylike’ behavior

and to stay in group and never walk alone at night


we are backbone of the nations

not fragile

and have demanded equality since our great-grandmothers


progress is ironing your pant suits

substituting wonder woman for damsels

and never taking no for an answer


we have work to do still

we have to build a ‘we are the people’ environment

for the generations to come







summer came and went

took our innocence

with the soft breeze


she caught up with us

finally, after all these years

from hiding from her


we traded in our dolls

for mixtapes and books

our lightheartedness,

disappeared when we

fell in love someone else

and forgot to love ourselves.

our contented souls now

tossed with restlessness

new ideas, places, people

confused us


i see you sometimes

in a hazy dream

your eyes,

lost on some highway road

searching for the exit sign

your hands,

bruised from fighting

tinged with blood

your laugh,

the melancholic chords

echoing throughout the car


that’s who we are now…

lost, but still driving

searching, but never finding

and i’m still getting used to it