4/11/24
Sometimes life is shitty and love burns
And other days my college dorm is cool
Sometimes I have caramel ice cream, and I’ve learned of another black woman poet
Sometimes life is shitty and it gives me poetry in return
Sometimes life is shit, and other days I’m laughing with
My friends

4/2/24
Love is so painful
I’d have more hope pulling my rosary from a dead gods hand
I’d have more faith in god actually responding than I would in the knowledge that I’m loved

Perhaps hope is found in the silence of a church basement.
Faith in the persistent cobwebs and nun caskets.
In the dead petals of a rosary. Perhaps

Who are you, to not believe in your right to breath?
It is not a revolutionary thing to demand lung capacity
Even God gave ants a right to
Good air

There is a quote that says “Beautiful things don’t ask for attention”
I have recently discovered beauty on and in me

i have been begging for as long as i can remember ;
my knees ache with the imprints of an old religion

3/12/24

Coca Cola taste like my grandmothers house after school
Smells like old air-conditioning wiping off the smell of new spring
It feels like rough carpet

11/13/24
Sometimes grief is cliche and it happens upon me on a chilly November night
It greets me with my
Sisters name and the taste of a headache behind my eye
Sometimes grief holds an umbrella for my thoughts to slide off of
And I sit and stare into the world for hours

2/3/24
4:57am
Love drips so loosely from college lips
Drunken and unknowing of what it really means
I sit, sleepily awoken, in all
My tipsy
Her arms
Wondering if I should write this down as I think it
Immortalize it, give it legs and lungs
I suppose I shall play god,
just for now

Grief is so important in my life
I’ve grieved so many people and places and things
And if I’m lucky I’ll grieve thousands more