NaPoWriMo: Day 13

you say witch like it’s a bad thing

do not presume to know me
based on remnants of
the spells littering my altar
the broken jars, melted candles
and burnt wood circles
give you no knowledge
of who i am so
do not assume you know me
because of the smoke
rising from my fingertips
my ripped robes, covered in ash
and blood on my tongue
give you no reason to think
i would harm you
you say witch like it’s a bad thing
but the only curses i weave,
banish doubt from my mind
the only hexes i craft,
stunt my insecurities
the only jinxes i work,
stop my peace from retreating
and the only spells i cast,
keep my sanity intact.
you say witch like it’s a bad thing
but all i am is a woman
in control of herself.

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NaPoWriMo: Day 12

why you must love a dull thing

this glue that holds the universe together

that binds me to the land i was born

that sticks the strands of hair to my head

that fastens love to my skin and bones

that binds the spine of my favourite book

that holds the photographs to the wall

this glue on the backs of my post-it notes

sticky, insignificant, yet holds everything in place.

NaPoWriMo: Day 11

My Mothers

The moon is my mother
Raised me up from the ground
Caressed me in her glow
Fed me with her energy
Taught me in her ways:
Humility, reverence, growth, beauty

The sea is my mother
Filled me up with her salt
Secured me in her depth
Nourished me with her tide
Taught me in her ways:
Freedom, peace, fearlessness, beauty

Dated: 28/06/2017

NaPoWriMo: Day 10

advice

should you awake in the midst

of petit carême, to a sky

void of pregnant clouds, and

the sunlight seeping through

the cracks of your curtain,

do not forget that after nature

gives you a moment to

breathe, the storms will always

return with force.

NaPoWriMo: Day 9

Trini Tings

Gospel for cleaning on Sunday mornings. The itis after lunch. Rocking in a hammock at sunset. Midnight music from the practicing panyard next door. The stifling smell of coxette throughout the night. Pitching marble in the school yard. Littering in the drain. Eating messy mangoes at midday. Forgetting to take out the chicken from the freezer. A cutass. A cutlass cutting open a coconut. The cool water within, soothing bruises. A special meal after exams. Schools bringing divide. Following rules. Skirts below the knee, socks above the ankle.  Maxi men harassing school girls in uniform. Men and boys never being at fault. Voices and hands raised at women. Domestic duties for wives and mothers. Catcalling at any hour. Waking up before light to bathe in mud. Chipping down the road with blue devils and a jammette in tow. Getting robbed in front of a security guard. A band of strangers helping each other. A police officer blaming the victim. Racial unity standing side by side with racism.

NaPoWriMo: Day 8

clogged

it is 2am and i

have cried for an

hour.

my trachea

clogged with

soggy thoughts

and memories

in the

pipes of my

bronchi.

i have yet to snake a line

into my lungs.

make a path to

breathe,

again.

NaPoWriMo: Day 7

Gift

for my birthday,

i will gift myself what i deserve.

i deserve the peace of mind,

love and respect that families give.

the strength of a mother,

and warmth of a father.

to be cherished, to be wanted,

to be welcomed, by grandparents.

i deserve as much.

 

for my birthday,

i will gift myself what i deserve.

my own peace of mind,

love and respect for myself.

the strength of my will,

the warmth of my heart.

for my thoughts,

to be cherished, to be wanted,

to be welcomed, by me.

i deserve as much.