Free verse, Poem

Day 67: Scars

Some scars Are hidden behind layers of fear Because you know You should be over it by now And yet the wound keeps bleeding Toxic in its waste Spewing venomous sounds That build to words of doubt Cripple the tongue As it tries to deny That this pain is not real And this pain is… Continue reading Day 67: Scars

Free verse, Poem

Day 44: Culture

Am I defined by the words on this page, Or through the hands with which I write them? My pen traces the curves and lines, Of colonial words used to erase history. My understanding of "Eastern knowledge" A smörgåsbord of people, ideas, and terms, You did not understand, Yet teach me about myself. I pray… Continue reading Day 44: Culture