Flower Girl 

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……

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…

Voiceless

Do- You- See- Me? Do you? Right in front of you, Speaking to you, Like a broken, lost puppet  I sing… I dance.. I twirl… I prance- Oh, the world’s a stage Cue good old “Mr Cellophane” Can you see my countenance change? Notice I wear a mask to play this game? Can you hear…