They desired the bread and onions in Egypt I keep going back for the love and attention Forgetting the slavery and bondage for years I
My dear daughter, you’ve said your part. I’ll tell mine. Believing me or not is your choice. I loved your mother, like I’ve never loved
I do not have the strength, To wrestle for space; In anyone’s heart, anyone’s mind, If you want to leave then so be it. I
One day I decided to draw myself, All I needed was a white paper and crayons. I laboriously doodled, Despite my shaky hands. As shapes
Like Jonah who fled the God’s voice, They turned from her as if by choice. A daughter born with moonlit skin, Yet marked by pox;
Memory affirms, Memory reminds, It takes us back, To the landscapes of the past; To glean and learn. This brings back texture, The ways our