*Trigger Warning: mentions miscarriage* This was one of (if not) the hardest poems to write, and also perform. I remain humbled by the way it's been received over the years. "Letters to My Unborn"Created for me by Bean (IG: @afrobeani) "LETTERS TO MY UNBORN"Dear Angel, this morning I spent an hour just staring into the… Continue reading “Letters to My Unborn” by Anesia
Child of the Moon, Radiant and luminous, Super incandescent In all that you undertake. You complete your cycles, Despite not always feeling whole. Often overlooked In your crescent mood 󠇯— Scorned at for being wild. Unclouded, Even the stars are eclipsed By your effulgence. R. K
Love tastes like a snowflake gently landing on soft lips. Like the kiss shared in the midst of a thunderstorm. Pineapple flavored tongues exploring every crevice. Love is the taste of two souls interweaving for the first time.
We asked: When will we be free? Massah responded by inflicting Wounds that shredded our backs. The first strike crackled loud enough to make the earth tremble. The next twelve paled in comparison. We no longer existed. In due time, we thought to console ourselves. We asked: When will we be equal? They responded:… Continue reading In Due Time
I am a liar. I lie with a smile plastered on my face when the world is crumbling around me. I lie to ease the pain of strangers just to witness a glimpse of hope on their faces. I lie to erase the guilt of loved ones who neglect me during my dark times. I have… Continue reading Liar
We weren’t quite in love, perhaps we were very close. The starting line had us pegged as friends — determined to finish as a couple. You wanted loyalty. I wanted stability. I gave you both, but you handed out lies. You words were poetry and so I listened intently. Your lips did more than… Continue reading Disconnect
They called her a bee. A busy body flittering from flower to flower, landing on whatever stamen was in sight. Drawing nectar for pleasure’s sake, she barely spared thoughts of cross pollination. I observed a caterpillar. A tiny soul feeding her ego but mistaking it for growth. Deep down she was trying to shed… Continue reading Metamorphosis
Roaming Kitty 