Monday, January 6, 2020


White sons came out of my brown body
A body that loves them more than me
And I tell them you're still brown boys inside Don't white wash away the stories of our history
But I worry that they will learn to blend
Erase the memories of our diaspora
Forget to stand in solidarity with other brown boys
Forget to love brown girls like me
They tell me they're a little bit white and a little bit brown
I tell them we are the stories piled up inside us Omission can be worse than lies
My sons tell me I that am beautiful
And I try to forget all the white boys who said I wasn't

Modern Womxn

When I was a kid
They said you can be anything 
But they didn't mean me
Because all I heard is
You can't be a small-town brown nerd
You can be smarter than a her
But not a him
You can't do better than the color of your skin 
You can shine bright 
But you can't earn white 
You can be a success, a mother or a wife
But not all three in the same life
Did you breastfeed?
Did you have a natural birth?
Who is taking care of your home and your hearth?
Don't slack, don't let your clothes get tight 
You can do it all, but you can't do it right
Why aren't you smiling
On your way to PTA
And every time I walk through my door
There unorganized crumbs on the floor
They said you can be anything 
You want to be
But they didn't mean you and they didn't mean me

Thursday, October 27, 2016


I'm a writer, but I cannot write
Because all the words I want to say
Are words I never should.
All the words I have to share
Are words that really hurt
They hurt me in my insides
So bad I want them out
But then they would hurt you
Oh sure, you've heard these words before
They're probably not so bad
But my words are all about you
And the people that you love
My words will crawl inside you
And they'll whisper in your head
They'll rumble in your stomach
And ache behind your eyes
They'll get inside your blood
And be in all your thoughts
My words will make you question
Everything you know
These words are meant to hurt me
And if I write them they'll hurt you

Friday, November 29, 2013

The Proof is in the Pudding

tick tick tick tick
but never any tock
chitty chitty chitty
where's my bang
so much heart
but never any blood
so much skin
but never any bone

Monday, June 24, 2013


Maybe-not right now.
Then when?
In the quiet of your mind.
I am watching HBO
Is it the one where she dies?
Of course, they're all like that.
Then why can't you change the channel?
I like to see how it happens.
You can record it for later.
No, then it doesn't feel real.


You are three times the age of 12
but the weight of your mother's heel
on the floor boards above you
is still too much to bear
in the house that you own
When your father asks-what are you going to be
when you grow up
because your title cannot be defined as "doctor" or "engineer"
You've answered one too many times to respond
You blame the sound of your husband's snoring
But you wake to watch the morning game show
that's still the same as ten years ago
though the price of gas is ten times higher
which doesn't even matter since you drive a shitty electric car
through the drive-through every morning
to feed an empty stomach
that everyone questions you about
But when you were a little girl
They always said you can be anything
you set your mind on

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Introducing Teddy


This is Teddy. He's a shih tzu/silky terrier and he's challenging Boo for cutest dog. Help him by "liking" his page

Tuesday, April 17, 2012


there is a bottomless hole
in the place where no on goes
and no one knows
i have been there a million times before
where my finger tips can't feel
in the place where nothing's real
i'm not lost here, as you might think
there is nothing here that isn't me
everything, i've ever done, or said, is here to see
twiced breathed air is hard to swallow
as you wallow through your dreams
one fall leads to another, when you're looking for a fault
it's neither hot nor cold as you undress
skin deep is not enough, if you're picking through the bones
when the salt water hits, the sting will feel so good
this is not a hole for sinking, but for drifting as you float

Wednesday, February 29, 2012


Is love something you find

Like a key under a rock

Or something you lose

In the laundry, like a sock

Is it something you feel

Like pain from a burn

Or something you do

Like when you listen to learn

Is love a thought

From a reoccurring dream

Or a taste

Like fresh whipped cream

Is it a word

Like something you’ve said

Or is love a book

You’re glad you’ve read

Is love a place you can reach

Should you want to go

Or is love a thing you can see or smell

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Getting Married-May 27th

I don't usually indulge is such shameless self promotion of my persona life (professional live, why yes, of course), but when else can I get away with it than when I'm getting married. Therefore, I will take this moment to brag. Yes, we may be legally married, but this is the Wedding :)

First of all, we're having our ceremony and reception at the lovely Hostess House

Then we're going on an 11 day Intermediate cruise! Visit our honeyfund at, the free honeymoon registry

I"m so excited. I just have to get through this school year first :(