Today I sit by the
River
Wind blowing
Children chattering at ducks
Sirens in the background
Today I sit by the
River
As friends pass
Old and new meet
Mingling with
New Understanding
Today I sit by the
River
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Vintage Work
I liked, I loved
I liked a man, he didn’t like me back
I loved a man, he didn’t love me back
I liked myself, I liked myself back
It took a while but
I love me, and I love myself back
I thought I was broken
But
Love and like never mean broken
They mean capable of
Love and like again and again
Until it fits
My sisters
My sister
Her name is
Perseverance
My sister
Her name is hospitality
My sister
Her name is
Love
Vintage Work Project
Over the next few weeks, I’ll be adding poetry to this site that I wrote before I was brave enough to call myself a poet. Some poems may even come with basic doodles and illustrations. It has taken me a while to find my poet voice but it has been an overall fun experience. I like looking back to see how my work has evolve. This poem seemed like a fitting introduction to this project:
The vines of life
always cross
but never do they seem
to get lost
one way and
then the other
never stopping
or losing their direction
but always seeking,
going
until
they
find
their place
Practice
Once Upon a time I recorded myself reading some of my poems, because I was curious as to how they sounded out loud.
Spring time
1. black skin
Woman
I have nothing to prove
No apologies
For who I am
No surprises
At my success
I have nothing
To prove
2. I am working on
Relaxing
Taking my time
Not worrying
I am working on
Relaxing
Standing tall
Over a new
Loaf of bread
Smells wafting through
The house
Lounging under a tree
Good book in hand
I am working on relaxing
Swaying gently in
My hammock
Sweet breeze
Caressing
I am working on relaxing
3. Foreign feeling
Pit of my stomach
Light,
Anxious,
hope
4. I am made of the sun
Dry bristly grass
Blue sky’s that go forever
So that I may keep on forever
I reach out
Trying to touch it
I am made of
Gentle winds
Naked trees
Spring sounds
And summer heat
That always makes me
Thirst for more
I am made of my mother’s flesh
My daddy’s art
My brother’s loyalty
My sister’s heart
My strength
I am made
5. Wind blowing, whistling
As it passes over
My soda pop
6. Unsure hug, silent
Request muffled by chatter
Have mercy on me
7. Park picnic table
Downcast eyes, hesitant gaze
Sir, please have a seat
