You are not his holler back girl

The next time he opens his front door and shouts, ‘Hey Girl’

And tries to claim you with his swag

 

Keep walking

 

Show him what respect looks like

Make him learn your name

 

Do not hand over the pieces of your heart and soul

to anyone who does not understand: You are worth more than a holler back.

 

~ What We Tell Our Daughters

 

 

Hearts

Cut my heart

It bleeds stronger

Dripping rubies to cement

 

Play my heart

It beats dulcet harmonies

Infusing rust and gold

 

Wound my heart

I take a stand

Your silent storm no more

 

Didn’t you know?

 

My heart is fierce

Ancestral, brave and true

Inked by fire’s light: to blood

 

 

 

 

To Dream

An excerpt~

1961

“You want to fly to the moon, Annie?”

“Yes,” she said.

“One day. Maybe one day, honey.”

He offered her hope, something big to imagine, the chance to dream. This was the country where dreams came true. One had to hold to dreams.  From an early age, he had clung to hope. It felt as if yesterday. Shivering, he had cowered beneath the scratchy covers, tossed as an after thought to blanket the rusted army cot.  His small hands clutched a wooden ship.

During those lonely nights he had gazed through a curtain less window and mapped the stars. Questions popped into his mind: Who am I? How did I get here? He dreamt of sailing away from the little house on Second Street. Each morning, he woke, convinced that there was a chance. One day, he thought One more day and then anotherBuoyed on dreams and possibilities that melted like fairy floss from the carnival stall, he had carried on. Hope rooted him to the universe; he convinced himself that his destiny was to rule an empire.

If only someone had warned him that the odds weren’t in his favour and that boardrooms were full of men of privilege. It didn’t matter; he knew this as truth.

TBC

 

Charming

Charm me, darling

Perchance I forget

 

“Behind every song is an untold story,” he said.

With a gentle nudge

He whispered, “Come dance.”

 

The notes began from silence

And in the still, I fell

Drunk on him

 

Time signatures filled the room

Apollo cradled Calliope

As the music played on

 

Lyrics overtook me

Words slipped like honey from my tongue

I spoke

Of never-ending summers

Starry nights, we chased till dawn

Of sea shells and ocean waves

A siren’s lilting song

Candle lit moments

Before time left me wondering,

Is there any poetry left?

 

He pulled me closer

As the music played on

 

Music painted on silence

Gave wings to my soul

Strong magic

Lifted me from the ashes

 

He kissed my broken

Poured the poetry back in

As the music played on

 

~ Apollo and Calliope