Write-Handed Poetry: A Collection of Thoughts and Writings on Faith, Family, Love, Sex, Revolution, and Blackness

Layer'd my blackness my phatness like ripe, green-peppered memories simmering with tender onion-type stories
Tears of glee and misery fall upon . . .

Layer'd
Psalms and anointing of heads
Choir robes and sick beds like violet laced cloths upon dresses, deemed too short like the whimpered prayer before the abort

Layer'd
With mommas and daddies who dance together still
With wills already done and promises fulfilled loving the black boys returning from stores loving the brown girls just learning to speak English lovers together,
forty plus, "post-crush"
loving rush hours that come right on time

Layer'd from the glossy book covers flyy brothers and society's "others"
learning how to read to crease yellowed gems packed with words from busy craniums

like traffic on a Friday like liquor on a Sunday

Writing poetry is icing...
Life is cake...

Don't jump while it's cookin'
...then you may taste