I bring you flowers on your special day, Plus on days in between…. And up and down the aisle, I’ll skip as music plays Throwing petals, Here and there Watching as they fall, Delivering unto you my friend The greatest bouquet of them all, Where is my bouquet- I wonder…. I’m just a flower girl……
Tag: Poetry
Poetry
My Black
I was always told My black was ugly This wasn’t by family, To them I was pretty Society told me- My black wasn’t beautiful, That it was something to fear… They said I was Dirt, Mud, A tar baby, Porch monkey- They said..if you were: Lighter, Your hair straighter, Your name- Plainer Maybe then…we’ll claim…
Find My Heart
Shattered- Like broken glass The pieces stab Grate…. Pierce- Slowly embed themselves Into the remainder of my heart I can remove the pieces, Mend the heart You though, Have a part Find me- Place the last stitch, Make it right And hold me tight, Never let go But be mindful I’m battered and bruised, Scarred…
Grandma’s Chair
On Grandma’s porch, there’s an iron chair I close my eyes, and she’s sitting there Head slightly bent, in silent prayer… When I open them up she’s really there, Rocking in this front porch chair… The truth is… I have no clue how long she’s been there, In this iron sitting chair Whispering her…
Dear Daughters
Dear Daughters, I don’t have a daughter, You see I only have a son, But there is something you should know From one girl to another one. I know you see the “girls” on the TV and in magazines, Showing their rumps, twerking, trying to be seen Ones who think it’s ok to be called…
Seeds
A seed- Just a mustard seed… A single mustard seed Did anyone stop to think, How small that really is? How minuscule, Almost nonexistent This little mustard seed Not potato, tomato, Barley, nor chia Has the power To make mountains cower With belief… Faith- As small as the seed The words you speak Will cause…
Consumed
~Locked~ Locked…is it locked? I remember pressing the button but….. What did I do? I came in, kicked off my shoes, started a pot…. But- Chaos…. Locked! Shower taken, tv on, dinner ordered…. But I wonder…. Is it locked? Think! Did I press the button? What did I do? Okay, one more time and I…
Before the Storm
It’s always quietest right before, the bottom falls out- That moment just before, the other shoe drops When the world holds her breath Because she knows- The other shoe is falling The ground is unsafe… There is lightning coming, right after that thunder It’s in the quiet moments, while waiting for the ground to crumble…
Words with Faith 