In this race,
Receive the baton,
And pas it on.

Sometimes I write things and then look back at them and think...
                                    *Was that really me?

Your love is like skydiving,
   an unnerving thought,
breathless & intoxicating
  elevations beyond exhilarating,
  as it transforms life's panorama
    nothing seemed ever the same,
         after the thrill of the fall

Love is the consequence of you

I ate all the stars last night
every single one
Then I had a comet cone for dessert
Now I have starburn
and I'm burping up rays of light
that sunburn my throat

The comet cone was too sugary
So I let it spew away
Now I have to learn
all the new constellations
And of course
it's all Confucius

She called us granddaughters

Not by blood, but by love

I don't hate the racist
I hate the racist theology,
Not the racist..