I am a Black woman poet; the declaration/clarification is necessary.
But where and who I am now is not where I started 10 years ago.
Locations, loves, lessons—everything changed.
In the last decade, the song of how this Black woman held it down and held on, became a battle-cry instead of a lullaby. Those years, these poems chased/birthed/illuminated changes I wasn’t always ready for. But I knew this was true journey, so I breathed deep, bound my wounds, and kept moving. (And in the words of my poem FLOW, “looked damn good while I was doing it”. Just sayin’). FOLLOW ME ON THIS is a Black woman poet at cross-roads. Singing. LOUD.
Wit/loss/ magic/ truth/homage. Necessary information. Those 10 years re-built me, branded me, (almost) broke me. I’m celebrating/documenting that decade.
Maybe you’ll hear your own voice here. Maybe not. But take the journey. FOLLOW ME ON THIS.