Poem 1: Angel

I seen the moon become red

The sky black as the depths of the sea

The stars were nowhere to be seen

The winds howling through the trees

He came to visit again

An unexpected visit it was

A 3-headed figure, in great stature, as tall as a forest tree 

He awaited my presence outdoors

Hovering like a delicate dove

“I didn’t think you would come back so soon”

With the great voice of thunder he replied

“I wanted to see if you were afraid of me yet”

Poem 2: The End of Poetry

As hard as it may seem

No one really cares about your hurt

Your pain

Your feelings

Your despair

Your happiness

Your nonchalant-ness 

Your depression

Your “i don’t have a reason to live”

Because guess what

Just like what Louis was talking about and what everyone told Houston they had a problem with

Everyone goes through what you go through

Get over it 

Find a way out

And shut up 

Poem 3: Origin Story

I come from brooklyn, born and raised

I come from specifically canarsie 

I came from 2 generation haitian migrants

I came from a mothers parental trauma, being treated less than the other sibling

I come from unrashly acts of rage

I come from being over sexualized at a young age

I come from “mom i did do that” but i still got a whoopin cause she didn’t believe me

I come from “I guess they don’t see me”

I come from not knowing how to say i love you

I come from…

I come from sin

Poem 4: Desire

Brilliant and beautiful 

She was the picture of beauty

As long as the coral reefs and as dark as the seas

Her lips were was full as the moon and gentle as the trees

Her presence was captivating like how a blue bird sings

But the man who shan’t be named

The man she loved

Loved another who’s cheeks were pinched red

Whose lips were as cherry as a cherry blossom tree

Soft as a rose that blooms in May

When he sleeps he calls her name

She was as clear as a pearls

She loved him; the man who shan’t he named loved another

She was brilliant and beautiful til her last wispy breath