But–Had He Been A Man of Color . . .

this dated system
works for melanin-challenged
liars on the stand

there is no justice
for the black man or woman
there never will be

it’s easy when you
have what they are looking for
you get off scot-free


The American “criminal” justice system is an effing joke. How one can be absolved of all wrong-doing when it’s clearly present and lives have been lost because of it is a constant mind-blowing thing to me. But, really . . . I’m not shocked. Re: The Kyle Rittenhouse verdict.

Behold the Love of A Big Sister

A free verse poem

My oldest niece Tierney and my youngest nephew, Thyrie. Big sister and baby brother.

I can relate . . .
the happiness swimming across
her face is the same way I
reacted to my first brother
and my last brother and
then finally, my sister.
for the eldest, it never gets old.

there’s always enough love
left for another — always.

I focus on her smile,
simple yet wholesome.
anyone can tell there is
a sense of pride — a sense of
absolute joy as she holds
her baby brother in her arms.

he is comfortable — at ease.
it’s as if he knows, in her care,
he is safe.
the two of them — instantly
bonded, forever.
tears escape my eyes
in this moment of
admiration.

I am putty
for the two of them — stuck
to the love they display,
comforted by it.
this is an aunt’s safe space,
my world of wonder.

I could live here forever.
please don’t make me leave.

behold the love of a
big sister as she cradles
her youngest sibling . . .
does it touch you?
does it strengthen you?
can you relate too?

beauty manifests in various
forms — small packages of
simple photographs become
remnants of peace.
they are keepsakes to
reach for when the
rough seas pull us in.

I’m grateful for them.
I can tell, she is too.

Special thanks to my brother, TJ, for permission to use the above photograph of my oldest niece Tierney, and my youngest nephew, Thyrie. This poem was originally published via Medium.