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Me and My Black Life

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The prompt: Write a List Poem; June’s Day 1 of 5

photo by: Kon Karampelas

My list came from various notes I’ve taken in response to the ways I live as a Black woman:

  1. Adjust to make you more comfortable
  2. Choose a gentler phrase
  3. Smile to mask anger
  4. De-center my voice from our conversation
  5. Wait to see if you will move over
  6. Move over first because you never do
  7. Search online for images like me that I won’t find
  8. Close windows to quiet your hatred
  9. Wipe mirrors to see myself loved
  10. Carry emotional weight I didn’t choose
  11. Disrupt texts that violate me and my students
  12. Stand proudly in intersections and margins where I live
  13. Highlight abolitionist teaching strategies
  14. Console a student who has fear for our lives
  15. Call my sisterfriends who protest and speak up
  16. Celebrate Black Joy
  17. Pray for my son because he shows his feelings
  18. Pray for my daughter because she doesn’t
  19. Laugh and cry because I’m here
  20. Add to my list called Anti-Black Racist Work

Happy Mother’s Day to my Mom

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When she went to Heaven

I thought missing her

would be unbearable

I didn’t know

she would live

in a million different ways

 

She touches my life

like scattered rose petals

She is in my selfies

the little neck wrinkles

that were so genuinely hers

the gently furrowed brow

that I can’t filter away

She is in my reflection

the eyeliner that now wiggles

the thin lips that lipstick laughs at

the leg veins that resemble lightning

on thunder thighs

 

She is in my work

her writing on my students’ tests

her lectures about making better choices

her commitment to do more instead of less

leaving frazzled at the day’s end

 

She is my bedtime at 8 p.m.

and waking at 4 a.m.

She is coffee in the quiet of a new day

and prayers for her daughters

She is tired but doesn’t quit

She smiles and laughs and loves

without limits

I am she

Together always

we will be.

 

Happy Mother’s Day

Rest Peacefully and Joyously in Heaven, Mommie!

Her Haiku Healing: A 40-Day Spiritual and Emotional Journey, Day 5

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Day 5: Burn-out

Damn, I worked three jobs

Always trying to meet ends

You were playing golf