Ashes

Emotions

can burn.

let them

and quietly

estinguish

flames

that disrupt

the spirit

Dawn’s serenity

Waking up

in love’s embrace

smiling at his

sleeping silhouette

joy circulating

through my body

Amour-propre

She was

Magic

It pulsated

Through her veins

Shooting out

Her fingers

Like energy

Confetti

Washington Square Park

Protesting is American
after feeling betrayed
and afraid
Comforted by messages
from the picket lines.

The people united
will never
be defeated
Muslim lives matter
Black lives matter
Trans lives matter
Crowds of marginalized
and majority
because white silence
equals
violence.

No to
sexism
homophobia
Islamophobia
Racism
Xenophobia
Arms in arms
Building this country
this is what
democracy looks like

Challenge

Avoid complaining 

Try smiling at a stranger 

Express gratitude 

Dear Stanford Rape Victim

You are not a victim
but a survivor.

Victims are paralyzed
survivors find strength
in the pain

You did not ask for this
but now you’re shining,
a lighthouse
to those who did not get
their day in court.

Using your voice
to testify against
injustice of class and privilege
not going quietly into the night
rape perpetrators need to live in fear
not us.

I read your story
with wet eyes,
as survivors
we are bonded
empathizing through the process

rape is rape

Rape can happen
behind dumpsters
with a stranger,
at college party
with a friend,
in your home
with a spouse,
at home with
a family member

regardless of circumstances

rape is rape.

20 minutes of action caused
irrevocable damage to you
the public to dissect
the worst experience of your life

But I can tell you that
slowly

you will feel your worth again
the nightmares will stop
you will feel safe
you will find intimacy
you will feel confident
most importantly,
your voice and power
have already been found.

You are not a victim,
you are surviving
and soon you will be
thriving.

Courage found in your vulnerability

soak up your own words,
you are beautiful
you are valued
you are respected
you are powerful

and I am with you.

One 

We are mirrors

Separation isn’t real 

Connected by light 

Hands

Hold our fate
lines etched
by destiny
and constantly
changing

they have power
to help
or to hurt

speak with no words

27 bones
overworked
every day
driving
typing
clicking
feeding
washing
scratching
throwing
grabbing
wiping
waving
cooking
and of course
writing.

Method of expression
premature newborns
survive by their mother’s
touch,
holding hands
demonstrates
love
and stroking
can cause explosions

Michelangelo’s creation
an extension of the
artist’s mind
they are creators
painting
drawing
writing
acting
playing
the guitar
piano
violin
any and every
instrument
shaping ideas
to come to life

but not everyone
has them.
adapting without
10 digital gadgets

Lefties learning
to thrive in a
right hand world

hands form
fists
used to punch
or to resist
but open
can always
link
to one another
to unite as
one.

Communication

Transfers of thought, pause
Comprehensibility
Listening is key

Future

Don’t anticipate
Make peace with uncertainty
Value today’s time