Her Fate Decided
It was three months after moving into their new home that Toni-Ann was recognising a new pattern with George. He seemed secretive, withdrawn at times and agitated with her most days.
LAUREL WREATHS
As for the little women, their time was up
This day was for the next generation to keep
And lock it away within their memories
S*x Ed for Little Girls
I was doing everything wrong and they made sure I knew.
There were supposed to be two buckets of water, not one. The panties were washed with blue soap before the bath, not after. Body wash was to be applied in a circular motion, not up and down, up and down.
I value myself
For so long physical and verbal abuse I endured…
DRESSES IN THE CLOSET
I never thought I’d use you
Waiting intentions not placed on you
Your beauty is now utilized
PEARLS TO REMEMBER
Remember, you reap what you sew
You shall be given vineyards you did not plant,
Houses you did not build
Welcome To De Sarcophagus Ah Patriarkey
De day afta de Red Muddah shut-up shap
Darkness de covah de rims ah Guyana
Castin de plague ah shadows
Into de souls ah de eye-suh-late.
If you’re anything like me
If you’re anything like me, you’ve probably known for a long long time that your mental landscape is very different…
Flight
We watched the queens of New Kingston in the gayest gully on earth caged birds with ambitions to soar grounded by clipped wings
VELVETS IN THE FIELD
What they call self-care today
It is we who showed you the way
I do not fall
Because I know boys such as this
who reach their hand out to me and call
“Jump! I’ll catch you!”
And as I edge,
Closer to the ledge
Toes half in gravity, trepidatious, I reply
“You see I’ve fallen before-
I’ve crashed to the ground.
I’ve tasted the earth, the soil, and the gravel”
In The Bowels of Her Memory
Maybe this is the time to come clean. This is the salvation, the sign she had been beseeching the universe for the last four years. Or maybe this is a trap. To admit the abuse, would be to admit her weakness.
Wrinkled Memory
There are pockets in my mind
that empty themselves
hold coins of memory?
Take Me or Leave Me
Maybe this is the time to come clean. This is the salvation, the sign she had been beseeching the universe for the last four years. Or maybe this is a trap. To admit the abuse, would be to admit her weakness.
Is This Because I’m Gay?
I chose not to be heartless,
I wasn't born with all these scars,
And that's what made me like this,
I'm trying to hold my breath,
To grab hold of a better life,
But until gays are free,
My happiness will never be enough for me,
The Darkest of Purple
Here I am
Naked but cloaked
Shamed in knowing
I see her
Mental Health
After my mom died…
Depression
Stone-cold to the touch
Body like a slug, just drifting through life
Leaving behind a trail of darkness and pain
The Clean Up
The apartment will feel like you are being suffocated….
He is like Him
In his physique.
A body made beautiful now distorted
He folds over himself as if
To make up for his size he shrinks his impact

