Category: slam poetry

I am a product of my mother’s fragility and my…

I am a product of my mother’s fragility and my father’s misery. An attempt at creation by two bodies designed for destruction, equipped with the insatiable desire to feel something. No matter the cost.

I wished to be the sky when I grew up. And the…

I wished to be the sky when I grew up. And then I grew up. Then I wished to be alive, and stay there.

Our fathers’ fists: one-liners we still know b…

Our fathers’ fists: one-liners we still know by heart.

I think of what it means to have survived this…

I think of what it means to have survived this long.

Interestingly, when you kiss the same person o…

Interestingly, when you kiss the same person over and over for a period of time, the bacteria between you will diffuse, thus, essentially making your mouths the same mouth on the inside.

You are your own lesson in commitment.

You are your own lesson in commitment.

You laugh at our grandmothers for getting your…

You laugh at our grandmothers for getting your language wrong. They were just trying to do their best with the stolen pieces they were given.

A great story has a beginning, middle & en…

A great story has a beginning, middle & end but not necessarily in that order. We are all great stories

Women in my family do not worry about being na…

Women in my family do not worry about being named bitch; we worry about being buried at the hands of the men we raise.

There’s nothing to art but imagination. Everyo…

There’s nothing to art but imagination. Everyone has that. Think about it. The wallet is a gun. The cellphone is a gun. The hands raised and open is a gun.