Them: only in church can you get right. Me: considering his work took place in the streets, I’d say I’m right on track! [organizer life]
food used to taste like a dry desert before the rain, until i allowed myself to drink from clean waters. oxygen didn’t exist until the winds were followed up with her kiss. i’ve always wanted & i have had to learn to be content with what was given, so much to the point that iContinue reading the desert.
i haven’t told her, and the truth is i probably won’t. the truth tends to take on its own translation once it lands in her ears. so i settle for watching the inevitable, completly still when it all begins to implode. she tends to takes them on; tells me not, take the world off yourContinue reading Swallow-Kumeza
I woke up and realized, that I was more in love with falling in love, than I was with being in love. Addicted to the intensity of its warmth, you know, that feeling that sets every fiber of your being on fire, from heavy lips right before you kiss. you know, that feeling that causesContinue reading Try Harder.
“girl, what you doing? yeah, you! I see you! look at ya! all grown now and what not.” “giirl, what you doing? what you been up to? whats new? how ya momma been? she still go to church?” “giiiirrl, hey! yeah you! what you doing? it’s so nice to see you? how is the family?Continue reading Day 28: Growing Up Pentecostal.
Clogs. Stems. Stroke. Redial. Whisper. Gasps. It’s like ping pong. thing one and thing two. except you’re my dad. dads.
i watched her cry. i watched familiar lips tremble with fear as though they might over hear, every insecurity inflicted, birthed by her unspoken truth. it hit me then. she was afraid. just as much as i was. so i let go. even at 52 we’re still just children learning, hurting, and hopefully healing.