That kind if intamacy
That builds
When you sleep in the same space
Share the same work
Learn together
The type of intimacy that builds
When you know each other
At your most vulnerable
At your most desperate
At a time when you are
Figuring it all out
That’s what I hold on to
Part I
Sometimes I try to
Prosper like y’all forgetting
My family-regret
Part II
Then Remembering
That I don’t want that kind of
Prosperity, nope
Part III
Mimicking only
Leads to a repeat of long
Forgotten mistakes
Part IV
Instead I choose a
Path that we can take while
Leaving no one out
Part V
Together we go
Forward cherishing each step
Hand and hand-welcomed
Sometimes we want them to already know
What we know
Sometimes we want them to be who they are going to be
Without know who they are now
Sometimes we try to hurry them
To be who we want them to be
Sometimes we try to hurry them to be
Who we see them as
Sometimes we hurry them along so fast
That they don’t get time to
Play
Rest
Tryout life before
Committing to who
They are
Committing to who
They want to be
Sometimes we want them to bloom
Before they are ready
They may have had
Crap parents
But they know about
Sibling love
The kind that
Teaches you kindness
And Goodness
The kind that always
Has a place for you
They know about that
Kind of love
That does not
Let them down
And teaches them
To love and live
A life worth
Living for
They will always know
About that kind of love
The darkest night of the year
It started in a classroom and ended in a hospital room
A piercing scream
Lumineers “Ophelia” on repeat
A mass shooting
A room so cold Filled with beeping
Snacks and a few pictures
That I thought would cheer you up
Because memories are sacred
And I wanted to hold on
To as many of them as possible
You came back for a second
To say goodbye
But then you were gone
And we were left to
Remember you
And your sources of happiness
We are here in this place of hate and fear
We are here in this place where
None of us can remain silent
We are here in this place where
We all shout out that:
“You are wrong
Children belong with their parents
Your fear and your hate-
you can keep all
to yourself.
We want no part in your political games
That
Destroys families and
That
Traumatizes us all
Leaving us
Broken and shattered
Like your
Political soul that
Survives on
Fear and hate”
We are here in this place
Where your
Fear and hate
Will
Not
Win
1. Cousins like Mine
Maybe you have
Cousins like mine
Brave and strong
Self sacrificing
Who you can call on at
Any time any where any place
Maybe you have
Cousins like mine
Who you can call up
Anytime teasing and laughing
Having a good ol’ time
Maybe you have
Cousins like mine
Who know the pain
Who know the love
Who know the grace
That our family has endured
Maybe you have
Cousins like mine
That blend together more like
Brothers and sisters
Maybe you have
Cousins like mine
D.S. Hollie 