Tag: Pain

finding my way to the light & greedy, nasty men

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Two poems written on Substack notes

finding my way to the light

the day nearly got
away from me, and
I remembered I
hadn’t poeted yet.
hadn’t penned
something that
would set me free.

although I feel
dislimned, I press
forward and find my
way to the light. I
will not give myself
permission to break;
I’m allowed to bend.
I’m allowed to
stretch.

but I damn sure
better not break.

there’s much work to
still be done, and
those of us with
stones as strength
know we have to
build ourselves up.

we are the crumpled
up pieces–rock hard
and steady. when the
weight is heavy; we
bear it with the
world hanging on to
our hearts.

the blood of our
ancestors wave in
our bones. we can
hear the maker
calling us home.

we’re getting ready.

greedy, nasty men

I believe TACO feels
that keeping all
exculpatory information against
him from the
public can stick.

but people will
remember the
moment their hearts
broke. people remember losing
trust in human beings.

it is the pain that
connects us all–the
suffering that binds
us. from starving
communities to
burning cities to
the coal-filled hearts
of men who call the
shots…

we will remember.

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Broken Promises

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Sunday Microfiction #5

Broken Promises: Pictured Microfiction, created with Canva.

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carillon & hornswoggled without consent

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Two poems written on Substack notes

AI-Generated Image: A Black woman with braids sitting at a desk with a sad expression on her face.

carillon

her voice, to me, is
like a carillon, played
at the right moment
to dazzle my heart
and strengthen my
mind.

I miss our daily conversations,
our intent on
building, bonding, and brewing
through words.

a funk came and
she’s been under it,
in it, for over a month,
and now it feels like she won’t
get through it, and
my heart sobs for
the woman I once knew.

but I know how
important it is to
best our demons,
and there’s no timeline for this.
I’m here whenever,
if ever she
reappears.

AI-Generated Image: Birds singing while on the rooftop of an apartment building, just as the sun rises.

hornswoggled without consent

morning comes out of the blue, and I
feel like I’ve been hornswoggled into
daytime without consent.

the birds’ church has been open since
0430, and I have no clue who the
minister is, but I am now holding
them responsible for the ruckus the
choir is making. although in perfect
harmony, as always, I would have loved
fifteen more minutes of deep sleep.

but when nature lives right outside
your window, you’ll either call it peace
or chaos, and currently,
I’m on the fence. so, I’m naming it
peaceful chaos until further notice.

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.

Monday As the Bad Guy on a Good Day

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Another Monday waltzes in uninvited,
and I greet it with an unapproving eye.
I have to be nice to it, though. It holds the fate
of my workweek in its hands.

Sighs yet another necessary evil
I have to shuffle through
in order to stay sane.

No one tells you how hot the
dumpster fire is until you’re
knee-deep in it, and the caps
have lost their cartilage.

The crush’s daughter has a
new puppy; a pitbull. She
sent me a photo of him
lying on the carpeted floor –
in deep sleep.

Instantly, I’m in love. It
shifted my Monday to a
new space – one I could
appreciate better. Ace is his
name. I joke about being a
great aunt.

It was the first day of my
co-worker’s absence, and I
hadn’t worked through her
not being there, but I would
now.

I realized the loneliness
later as hours ticked by and I
had to fill in the holes of
spaces that my supervisor sunk
herself in.

I am filler, and I am
placed everywhere.
And everywhere is coming
for me.

I wanted to play around with this piece that started off as a rant of sorts for my Substack notes. After putting a bit more of ME into it, the above-written work is the result.

pain & denial

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NaPoWriMo #19 A One-Line Poem

it hit me today–I always knew I had
no chance in hell, but I tried to remain
confident in my shambled self–maybe
I am meant to make others feel good,
while remnants of pain catapult me closer to denial.

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.

a terror within

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NaPoWriMo #2

I’ve never defeated the terror within . . .
I fight it and fight it and fight it, yet – its
presence is still a drumming obstacle
I cannot clear.

if I signal peace and strength, one
usually defeats the other, but this
“beast of burden” carries on inside
me like it owns the place.

I am at its mercy whether I want to
be or not.

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet? I recently signed up to write for Substack as well. My first post, “I Said I Wouldn’t Do It” is live. I welcome your visit.