I peeled open my ribs like
a citrus rind under tired thumbs—
lazily and rough.
No fires began,
no stars collapsed—
just silence,
and the wet,
and honest sound
of my own beating heart.
It didn't scream,
or stop.
It just
continued,
as if it didn't notice
how I split myself open,
just to hear
it say--
nothing new.
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 10:34 AM UTC
Crow
high is the crow
near the stars
and free of scars
flesh and feathers
of different shades
bruised
purple, blue, pink
and wings
of black and green
she is cursed, they say
to live where the colors fade
dull grays, blacks, and whites
so,
late at night,
above the stars,
she clips her wings
and says goodbye
now,
she keeps her skin--
even more bruised and broken--
hidden beneath
the deep black of her wings
hidden,
but bright
like the stars
that shine high
at night.
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 1:17 PM UTC
everything and
nothing
all at once
that is what i am
maya and langston,
acevedo and woodson
all in one head
the mississippi heat
and minnesota snow
flow through my blue
hot hands
stars in the sky and
too cloudy nights
akeelma in chains
and maleeka in the 7th
grade
i am just enough
to be nothing at all
i am a proud statement
a shy whisper
contadictory
yet true
i am everything in this world
and nothing in the next
that
is what i am
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 10:56 AM UTC
blue inked pens
stain tear-soaked hands
that write stories
for the whole world
to see
but
their own.
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 12:12 AM UTC
Trace blue rivers that run
through the caves
beneath soft
raw ground
tear sweet
rotten lines--
scars
in rich
brown
feel angry, hot magma
red
cascading
d
o
w
n
The Earth will tremble
and
b r e a k
still
Do not hesitate
remember why
The ground is raw
from your own
hungry greed
it bears the sweet lines
of rotten honey
bees
and cleans the mess
of your angry
hot red
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 6:53 PM UTC
You took me in your hands
so soft
so sweet
yet your eyes of greed
were warnings I couldn't see
and so when you said three words to me
I had no choice but to believe
so I let you peel back my skin
gentle at first
then hungry
for what you saw within
was so soft
so sweet
that your greed turned from a want
to a need
and as you indulged on my being
I pleaded for an end
you did not listen
and you lied yet again
and yet again I believed
until all that was left of me
was guts and blood
and as I watched you pick me from your teeth
all I could do was hope
that your stomach burned with my bittersweet memory
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 6:40 PM UTC