Poetry
[Mama,]
Do you see me as I see myself in your reflection?
Looking down on your water that coats my skin a color I share with all
Years and years ago
Do you recognize me as your own?
Weeping Willow
What do you do when you’re sad?
I stand tall.
I become like a tree:
I, Budding Bloom
I plead and prod
For the answers to your hurt.
I wait, which is to say I wilt.
for evergreen
my grandfather knows trees
like I know the bark of his calloused hands
their leaves, their roots, their flowers
Death may not oblige me.
We all know what happens to the body when it reaches the end of life.
Love Yourself in Every Language
Start with a mantra. And a mirror.
The same words, daily.
To My First Love:
The love I had for you
I did not know where to let it rest
in the face of despair, don’t forget your fairy godmother is still there
when you look up at the night sky
what do you see?
displaced yearning
there is a longing within me
for something that is not there