Hand-Me-Down Box

The women in my family have charms and secrets hidden in a hand me down box We do not talk about the contents inside, not a tale to tell twice Coats, sweaters, pants, and scars  Slipping misfortunes under the lid, used tissues and words better left unsaid To survive, there are things that must be…

Dial Tone

I want to be a number important enough to be memorized 10 digits, a call away no matter how many telephone polls are between us. The distance would be measured in syllables and smiles. No loss would ever matter if I can punch in numbers Hear the dial tone a thousand times and never be…

CONQUEROR

You stole every one of our stories, Chest blossoming with anger when we dare to claim anything.  The locks that fed and grew Nations.  You call it past when it comes to suffering but colonization history.  Heritage only matters when there is a white face behind it. A history of preparing our women to be…

‘For George Floyd’ Performed at Salinas Rally

Maybe one day he will stumble upon a story. A man with the name os Floyd, the marches that were held in his name, the air that his people breathed for him. When we got tired of being polite. For George Floyd

For George Floyd

Poem transcribed as performed. Help me… I can’t breathe… He’s going to kill me… Trigger finger, counterfeit bill, telling the officer he can’t breathe 15 times, one time too many. Taking another black man’s life  8 at night, 8 minutes of pleading, a two-minute video, one body to be buried  A cop with hands in…

Playing The System That Plays You

Poem transcribed as performed. They say I’m a slave to the system That my press releases and commission meetings are chains around my ankles Slowly become tighter every time I speak They say I am a traitor I say that I am a liberator They say I’m a sell-out And I say I am a…

Sisters of Trauma

Poem transcribed as performed. We are sisters of trauma. We whisper into the darkest corners of the night. The secrets we scratched into walls as we gritted our teeth and forced screams from words. We know barren corners, how many inches a bed is from a floorboard, how deep they will have to bury us…

Miracles: A Conversation

Poem transcribed as performed. She says, “Maybe God isn’t for everyone.” And I say, “Funny, he died for everyone. He died so that our faults were not a one-way ticket to damnation. He died to give us a chance, a mercy people have turned their noses up to for generations. She says she, “doesn’t understand…

Grandma

Poem transcribed as performed. When I was younger my favorite movie was beauty and the beast. As a kid I had an unhealthy obsession with Disney movies, french bread, and my spider man blanket. Every time I went to a sleepover at grandmas house, blanket in hand, grandma would pop in the CD when bedtime came…

“What A Shame”

I had just left golf class, yes I said golf class, I failed my freshman year physical education class because my teacher believe that the crutches that carried my crumbling body every day for months, were bogus. So, here I am taking a college golf class from 4:30 to 5:30 my senior year of high…