White men

The rules don’t apply

to white men,

you see,

white men

know better.

Sister understands

 The things left unsaid

The lines read between 

A tear, a laugh  

a sideways glance:

A sister understands. 

Pain will find you

The pain will find you

best believe 

There is no pit deep enough 

to hide from it 

There is no drug strong enough 

best believe 

You will wake up sober 

Sometime 

And the pain will find you 

Declaration

You are the dawn

that breaks

after a night so cold

It’s left you breathless 

You are the spring 

That warms the earth

The seeds that open

The flowers that burst 

You are my sunrise. 

My living, breathing, 

declaration of hope. 

Grief is in the undertones

 Grief is in the undertones 

As we move from day to day

In the words that we don’t have to say 

That new text thread 

Without her name 

Grief is in the little things 

Reminding you 

what’s missing 

Bad news

We knew

it would be bad news 

but it still hurts

to hear the truth

Some days are better

And most days are worse

and in the end it’s all borrowed time 

And time we can’t get back 

Is it harder this way?

To say goodbye slowly 

To lose hope in little moments 

to wait for bad news 

💫

 

If I’m reborn as a star

I hope you are shining 

next to me 

Wherever you are,

in this, 

or any lifetime

know that I love you

and I will love you

with a love that keeps expanding 

like the universe