Beauty Mirrored

They stood before each other Sure of the other’s beauty And suddenly stilled in the confidence of her own. The “I wish” and “if only” rose Darkening cheeks and shifting eyes They could not escape the taboo desire To acknowledge beauty in both her and her too Because this world has been trained To think…

#selfie

As I transition the layout of my website over the next few weeks, old pages resurface and I’ve elected to give some of them homage with a renewed posting. The following is one such, posted a few years ago, in honour of Women’s History Month and, of course, myself. All my life, I’ve been taunted…

White Picket Fence (guest feature – poem)

In resonance to my frustration with the Lyft driver’s attitude yesterday, one of my dearest loves and relatively new writer gave me permission to share his own distaste with such attitudes and lifestyles, expressed here through poesy. You worked hard for that status, didn’t you… You worked hard to be in that tax bracket.You worked…

To the Lyft Driver that Fucked Up

Maybe it started as an accident when you decided to tell two teachers that “those kids can’t learn, and they’re all from southeast. I hate to say it, but they just can’t learn.” Maybe what you meant was that the way the system is set up, institutional we make it harder for them to learn, we have created…

The foil crown and cardboard throne (a poem)

I live in DC. When I first moved here, I took a bus every morning that rode me past the White House, down the mall, and across the river, all typically before the sun painted these in the pleasant hues that inspire patriotism for buildings and monuments constructed in architecture paying homage to a fallen…

The Power of Image [a musing]

Thin, fit, thick, short, muscular, bony, dark, light-skinned, big-eyed, nappy-headed, curly…  It is amazing the power body image has over so much, over our own holistic self-images, over others, affecting ideas of worth and ability and potential. We fantasize about the perfect body, obsess over it, and go to great lengths destroying or altering the…

“N*gger lovers don’t live very long” [a personal response]

With some extra sleep due to weather conditions delaying work, but not so icy roads, I thought my day was off to a good start and I deserved to splurge on a chocolate granola something I was craving. With a few bucks in my handbag and about two extra minutes on the dash clock, I pulled into…

I never grade in red [a Crafted Thought]

I regret that being able to simplify algebraic expressions fluently does not save my students from being shot. My hands are covered in green ink, I have four different types of assignments spread across my bed and half-sheets of notes and things that worked and things that didn’t when trying to explain developing equations from…

throwback Thursday: marigolds [a personal crafted thought]

I took the liberty of making some transparent edits for the sake of attempting relevancy, for marigolds still act in this way on me. They are a most potent gift and will soothe me to my dying day, this I know. Yet, even as I started into the third paragraph, I realized there is not…