I slept for too long and Started having nightmares. One about a pitbull Who was disowned by his family And followed me home. He frightened me so I never let him in But instead of leaving He stood on his hind legs And pressed his weight against my apartment Door. My lock is loose and…
Dark and fertile Is my skin for gardens to flourish. I am the soil’s second-cousin.
Legend has it Politics shouldn’t be brought to the Dinner table. Though, When your existence is political You do not have the privilege of Leaving politics at home. When you meet the parents You bring your politics In your skin, Your gender And your identity.
The industry Won’t tell you You are worthy, It won’t whisper sweet proverbs in your ears. It will tell you “no,” But you must be the one to hear “not now” Never wait for someone to choose you, Instead choose yourself.
Las Vegas Is a city of sandcastles Built to the likeness Of great empires.
I’d suggest the universe is Testing how resilient I can be But I’m crumbling And there’s little left of me.
The house is untidy, My mind is a scattered mess. So I put the sheets to soak And my thoughts to rest.