+ Poems, Letters +


i want a man who sympathizes with the plight of women

one who embraces the scars that are made to please him

one who dedicates his time to learning

about the intricacies of a woman's body

not solemnly for his pleasure

i want a man who touches inequity

in the cracks where the dust of victims lay

i want a man who curses the systematic racism that

lingers around when i am in suburban stores

i want a man who loves regardless of sexual orientation

regardless of the composition of my face in the morning

one who is passionate about our world

and the ecosystem of the two of us


a small flower blooms

in a dry field

few raindrops quench the thirst

of the pedals

that long to join a meadow

where everyone basks

in the beauty of

the small flower does not phantom

the damage that the meadow holds

as the beauty of its vibrancy

is trambled

the pressure to be vibrant

forces the meadow to

damage its arena

in order to

meet the standards of the worshippers

they are idolized

their colors are followed

but at what odds

will its admirers go

to uphold the authentic beauty that

has been erased