Make my thighs an altar to your hunger
My body the sacred training-ground of praise
The gods in me rise like the rivers of my desire
And you will learn to weep again, as a man should


9.24.16

Dragoncita

There was a time
When leaning into you
And growing towards the sun
Were synonymous
But one day
I realized they'd become
Antonyms
And I had to walk away
Because I need the sun
More than I need you
Because I need to be me
More than I need you

October 2016

Sunrise Poem

Her song rises from the depths
of darkness
light begins to
peek its gentle fingers
from the edges of
her holy lips
lavender beams grow warm
the sweet & tender
notes fly slow & mournful
towards the
horizon of her throat
emerging from her soul
the golden orb of sunlight
bursts into the morn

October 2016

Feminist Rant

i can be demure, if it pleases me
barefoot, pregnant, made-up, if it pleases me
i can be sweet & polite, if it pleases me
i can double-check my sources,
laugh at myself, smile, dance,
kiss (with tongue or without)
cross my legs when i'm sitting
in a dress, yes, i'm capable
if it pleases me

but i will no longer do these things
to please anyone but myself
if i'm being the kind of woman
you prefer when you come around
i'm still doing it for me because
i don't feel like dealing with
your bullshit
if what i want happens to
coincide with what you want
congratulations!
but don't for one second think
that i'm bending for you
because the only people i
am willing to bend for, to break for
would never ask me to

October 2016

You are vast enough
that the truth you know
can be equally as real
as the ache you feel
you can bear both
fire & ice
sustaining all elemental
states and stations

You are vast enough
to be utterly shattered
and completely whole
all at once
though the tension
seems to be tearing you apart
it's really stitching you back together

October 2016

sometimes being awake feels
more like a dream
than being asleep
open eyes slowly awaken
to the insanity of our race
humanity
looking, we devour art;
words, images, songs and stories
of the
insatiable ache in every foot
and every drop of blood
that makes a home of this
celestial rock, suspended by
gravity whose strings are
pulled by holy fingers
that pry open seeking eyes
to unspeakable horrors
and indescribable ecstasies

the universe exists inside every chest
when new light is shed on tiny
truths, before unseen
they blossom into realities
unabashed and weighty

October 2016

to the man who shines shoes near my favorite coffee shop

I want to make his shoe polish into seeds and sow them across our city
I hope the seeds will grow till they've uprooted the stubborn cement, revealing
the earth that is as black as his beautiful skin and as rich as his passion
for polishing shoes and as deep as his knowledge that how people walk matters
more than where they and up

in that soil we could nourish a new order and overturn the tables of the
slave-owners and torturers who do their clinical work with clean lines
in the name of a God they have never known