Neverland Revisited
Stuff I think about. A collection of my poetry, fiction, articles and essays. If you like something, want to use something or want to publish anything you see here, please let me know.
Thursday, May 2, 2024
Chingada
Monday, August 9, 2021
#memories
In Trinidad, don't
fall into the pitch lake
stuck, like the woolly mammoth
in the hot tar of another contitent
with the taste of spicy mango and asphalt.
Tuesday, April 13, 2021
My House Remembers
Monday, April 12, 2021
Inheritance
My body held stories before I could hold a pen to shape letters
My stomach is full of recipes salted by generations and seasoned with time
My ears ring with whispers of songs hummed by mothers, aunts, grandparents
I spoke the tongue of motherland memories half forgotten
My dreams are those of revolutionaries fighting wars I do not know
My skin and hair and eyes, the color of all that dust collected
And in my blood and bones a multitude of strength, tempered, misremembered over time
Sunday, January 10, 2021
The Caged Bird Still Sings
Why does the caged bird still sing?
The caged bird sings for the brown bodies that labor
The brown bodies that protect
The brown bodies that clean
The caged bird sings for the brown bodies lost
The brown voices silenced
The brown talent stolen
The caged bird sings to say their names
The caged bird sings to remember.
Monday, January 6, 2020
Sons
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
Thursday, October 27, 2016
Untitled
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
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