New Stories for January 15, 2018
Trace my skin:
White and black and brown —
Indescribable, I am all the colors in between.
Look in my eyes:
Slanted, big and small —
They’re all the shapes of round.
Feel my hair:
It’s curly, kinky, nappy
Sleek and straight and soft.
Yeah, I felt like I was thrown away, tossed to the hyenas.
When I experienced my first bout of mental illness at age 13, I lived in a place where mental health treatment wasn’t looked upon with favor, or not looked at in any manner. There certainly weren’t any school counselors, not like today. I’m bitter about that.
A recurring dream of red rooms.
Beneath carpets elaborate as tapestries —
I search for my daughters,
red and gold giving way