I wait for you Like waves hurrying back to the shore My feet always run back to you Do you love me yet? Have I Worn You Down To fit the...

For all the girls who dream of 'good hair" Arthritis ate at her joints She forces her fingers to dance Dry bush becomes soft twists Mama...

A Poem about identity and resiliency She was born from a CaCao tree, Sun in her bones, caramel molasses for skin, Her hair grew like the...