Throwback Poetry: ‘Nature’s Fury’ (2008)

Madwoman frenetic tossing dirt from her hair Tower tall trees shudder and torpedo fronded needles in the air Exotic petals and flowers purple the wind And the Devil in Green demands “Let me in” The Tempest she thrashes she shreds and she weeds Flung out in rages her premature seeds Branches twist back in a…

Let’s hear it for the ugly cry

I am extremely grateful for this three day weekend! I definitely needed that extra day. It’s been a tough weekend, to put it mildly. I had one of those super ugly cries that make your eyes swell and your nasal passages clog up. The kind that leaves balled up tissue everywhere. The kind that leaves…

Little ‘i’, Thank You’s and Bae in My Head

I’ve noticed when I look back at the things I’ve written I often have a lowercase ‘i’ as an error. I have tried to be cognizant of it, since I know it’s my common error. Today I saw it again, but something leaped out at me. Generally, when I make this error I am talking…

How you lovin’?

Let’s have some truth shall we? Well actually more or less MY truth but what they hell, right? You’re a voyeur ( I will keep your secrets) and I am an exhibitionist, so we match. You can ride. Please, get in. I am really at a point where I am seeking some fundamental truths in…

On strength…

Don’t call me strong anymore.  You calling me strong has made me into something less than human. Me being strong means that when I am hurting you don’t have to offer me basic human compassion because I guess strong people aren’t human anymore.  Me being strong means that I am supposed to keep eating my…

Remembering Olivia

I can remember visiting you with my Mother. You were one of her favorite cousins and the mother of one of my favorite cousins. I enjoyed seeing your home with piles of books everywhere. I remember asking you incredulously, “Did you read ALL these books?” “Yes”, you laughed. I was amazed. Impressed. I loved to…

Tear Them Down!

I hope they do tear all the statues down. And maybe next the prisons too. And then our sons And your son And my son Can be free.

Me and the creek

When I was just a young girl, starting at about 5, I lived in a house with my mother, father and two sisters. Behind our house was a small creek, a minor tributary of the Eno River. Every day, during the warm months of the year, I would eagerly go outside to play. I was…

Yeye Oshun

So let me tell you a story. When I was young, I can remember my Mother taking me and my sisters to the Eno River. I often have difficulty remembering my younger life but I remember these times well. We would go to the festivals there and we had a home nearby where a part…

Petty or Toxic?

Today a post that I wrote on Facebook a year ago came up. I am sharing again because it follows a theme I have been introduced to recently by some outstanding women (Dr. Yaba Blay and Omisade Burney) #TrustBlackWomen. When I first heard this, I immediately thought this phrase was for ‘errbody else’. Pulling no…