Not One – Original poetry

Not One (For the Million Mothers March) Not mine son Not mine Not my son Not my brother nephew or current lover Not my neighbor cousin or future husband Not mine Not hers Not anybody’s Son I am not saying no more I am saying not ONE We with the millions of ancestors behind us... Continue Reading →

It’s all Temporary (Memoirs in a Cast)

A good friend told me just a few days before my fracture, "even Superwoman has to put her cape in the dry cleaners for a few days" but Superwoman didn't listen. I found out the hard way that when Superwoman is too stubborn to slow down, God sometimes does it for her.

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