Poem: Rich Rich

You came up rich? Tweed coats in the hall closet meant only to cover Sunday bests. Wooden beads clacking, cascading down as you walk through the kitchen door, Coconut boiling down down down to oil in a jar. So you were rich rich? Thick carnation milk spinning the colour wheel in her cup of tea.…

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Poem: Dinners With Mom

“I’ve never seen that before” They’ll say. “I bought them when you were young, but no one liked them.” “ That smells amazing!” They’ll opine. “ I made them a few times when you were kids, but you scrunched up your nose.” “I’d love to try that.” They’ll announce. “ We did when you were…

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Melanin Mother

Melanin drip, dripping, Through my veins, Coiling it’s way through my hair,  Reaching out to the sun. Tiny bursts cross my face,  Pooling in my lips. Spreading across my shoulders,  Making them strong. Down, down, down my spine, Dat ass, Dem thighs. Warm, golden glow, Olive tone, Pale eye. Basking in her glow. Roots. Earth.…

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