I sway to God’s love. Oh how He loves us, yet a boy fills my mind. Both feel like the truth. Oh how He loves us, yet curly hair and nervous smile: both feel like the truth. Is love more than scripture intended? Curly hair and nervous smile, a boy fills my mind. Is love more than scripture intended? I sway to God’s love. -Miles Moses
19, the curse of the mother. A lineage still curled up in fetus stage, but it’s kick bold enough to shake the ground it wishes to conquer. You’re my biggest fear- to have all that I am spill open for the world to see, a mound hot and bloody; 19, don’t take it to heart when I turn my head from your kiss. It’s too frightening, the idea of dropping the weight heavy in my…
Coming out sure was an experience The car was quiet for just a second before the voices blared The demands for explanation The desperate reasonings made in an attempt to convince me otherwise The denial and dagger-like words came immediately. To prove it is not To silence my thoughts To change my truth. Coming out was all in hopes To introduce my love to them To show them what my type of love meant Though…
The day I left you an angel cried While the sky pierced the ground with her mighty tears, the lonely hummingbird flapped her mesmerizing wings, but she failed to take flight. The day you left me A sorrowful cry left my being as I begged you to come back. My vision too distorted to see that all my screams were running into an infinite lifeless void. Thick spider cobwebs grew on the bed, which was…
Look at that number for that is how much I love you. Yes, I know. There is no number there on that desk, for there is no number that could ever show the way I love you. But I’ll try to explain, as you turn your head to the side to look at the number that is not there. The way the sunlight behind you lights your hair, shadows the curve of your nose against…
Their eyes ask more than their words everytime they question, “why don’t you drink?” I’m just real tradish, too Indigenous, is what I’d like to think but really I’m scared to like it too much stumble into the night where sisters go missing and if we’re speaking statistics I match the characteristics of someone less likely to be found my brown face drowned in a sea of others the police are supposed to be out…
Sticky rings scattered across the surface of the table remnants of a night had by many time and time again aimless small talk quiet questions escalate to angry answers frustration into fury slurred words and loud voices stumbled steps unchosen choices spill our drinks like we spill our misery mix mine with yours tangled trauma unwrap the cords to find we’re all connected not in the way we break but in the way we don’t…
Gangster boy we followed different tracks but really, I just fell through the cracks of this system we can’t seem to beat I see through that bandana a bottle in one hand mace in the other stepping out of sync like you don’t belong and it’s true, this reserve was never meant for you and me our generation was never supposed to be according to policies to keep this land so glorious and free you…
Passing cars acknowledge our plight as we dwell heavily on the Roadside jagged rocks. My hand Pounds on my chest to Free the air trapped inside. The Atmosphere settles as Streaks of chocolate and ebony Flitter past, riding gusty rivers of wind. These very streams push inside me, awakening A youthlike vigor or perhaps a riveting buoyancy. A small tree resides on the Crest, pockets of bark hollowed out to Resemble swiss cheese. A sleek…
A day on a date With beauty’s prize A day long late Gazing at beauty’s eyes A night in the lights Of dinner’s table The fear, the fright Asking will I be able To sayI love you To beauty’s proof But at the time I had finished I heard “and I do too” But the moment I had wished The day would never stop Was the moment I realized That I woke up💔 -King David