“In Remembrance” – Happy Heavenly Birthday Queen B!

Bev was my best friend. Although she lived on the opposite end of my block in West Philadelphia, where I was born and raised, our paths never crossed until I was in my late teens. I was the smart kid who got teased a lot and kept to myself. She got the nickname Queen B because she would walk around the neighborhood like she was royalty.

Fearless #original poetry

In life's chaos, take a break from all roles and just be. Embrace freedom, dance, and revel in joy. Embody fearlessness, honor your ancestors, and surround yourself with giving souls.

Save the date! May 18th

Live Poetry Event: Tonita Austin, Sibelan Forrester, Alison LubarWednesday May 18, 2022 – 7pmFergie’s Pub 1214 Sansom Street and on zoom – Registration Required Come out and hang with me in the City! I'm excited to share my poetry for the first time at a Moonstone Arts Center event with these gifted poets! There will... Continue Reading →

Toni Love featuring at the PA Mad Poet Society virtual reading TONIGHT. Don’t go mad, write poetry! ❤

Reposted: MAD POETS SOCIETY . Join us tonight for the next Livin' on Luck reading at 7 pm! We will feature Pat Kelly, Toni Love, and Francesco Pasqualino. Open mic will follow hosted by Brooke Palma. To register, use the link below. See you there! Registration Link: https://wcupa.zoom.us/meeting/register/tJ0udu-srzkrH9MkU0-RXt2oPzi1gB9giaND?fbclid=IwAR0S58sEyLeH2zARcRshO0mkZv0lSfzBDaXuLypAu1WDa0QYqKQLZzxsDIQ Pat Kelly is a writer from Harrisburg. He... Continue Reading →

Finally Over

Original poetry from my book "Toni's Room" Photo Credit: Cheyenne Gil Photography Finally Over When I lost youI found myselfOh but it hurtIt pained for so longThinking of how foolish I had beenTo believe in youBut my hurt turned into poetryAnd danceAnd I wroteAnd dancedUntil I filled up the emptiness in side of meThe void... Continue Reading →

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 →

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