The Morning After – Poetry

4/29/21 The morning after is always awkward. The way they look at you as they slip into their clothes that were scattered across the room You walk them to the door and they promise to call you later But truth is, It was just a fuck A one night stand Truth is, You’ll probably never […]

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2/13/21 – Poetry

The first time I ever saw a woman being abused I was around 8 or 9 My mother left for a date with her boyfriend at the time, I recall hearing an argument ensue outside My curious mind led to me peeking out the blinds, And just as I peered out the window, I witnessed […]

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1/27/21 – Poetry

I’m in a period of transformation. I’m healing the parts of me that have spent years suffering My inner child has been crying out for someone to save her She’s battered and bruised Sinking in an ocean full of tears She’s gasping for air while trying to stay afloat And I’m swimming, desperately trying to […]

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11/30/20 – Poetry

I miss being in love. I miss waking up, rolling over, and kissing my lover with last nights sleep still on my breath I miss the moments when we’re half asleep and they roll over, put their arms around me, and pull me close I miss the fights that turned into make-up sex I miss […]

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