Poetry to brighten your day – Freedom is a Corpse

The meaning of freedom for one person is vastly different than what it might mean for another.

Consider freedom as being yourself when everyone wants you to be someone else.

freedom is a corpse

freedom is a fly in a kitchen trash can
freedom is a turtle on a hiking path
freedom is pierced nipples and painted toenails
freedom prayed to Jesus that her legs wouldn’t cramp while sitting in meditation
freedom is cruising LSD on E
Look! You see freedom passin the blunt?
freedom looks like what you didn’t think you wanted
and never expected you had
freedom listens to the headlines
and whistles while she walks to work
freedom sees eternity in the rear-view mirror
I peered through the bottom of my whiskey sour glass
and saw freedom walking out the door
and then, I caught her reflection in the mirror above the bar
she must have noticed me staring
cuz she shot me a wink
just before disappearing alone into the cool dark night
freedom is the deceased
a corpse, dressed in leggings and a cami

National Poetry Month: this is why

I took my sweet time – 29 days – to post a poem in honor of National Poetry Month. Better late than never!

this is why

this is why
Rumi sang
and Jesus bled
the flower blooms
and Nina swoons
if you stand on a hill
then, you will know heaven

Buried Secrets

:a series of original quotes about what we are and how we do this thing we call life.


Buried secrets do nothing but rot the roots of your family tree.

Slave Haven Underground Railroad Museum in Memphis, TN
Because its leaves remain green throughout winter, this magnolia tree was a sign to those escaping from slavery that they’d reached a safe house on the Underground Railroad.

For centuries, the horrific evils of slavery were inflicted on human beings in the Americas. After slavery ended, rather than healing and restorative justice, further crimes and degradation continued to be inflicted on the formerly enslaved and their descendants for generations.

Though schools have taught children that slavery existed, the majority of Americans are not aware of the full, unadulterated truth about the horrors of slavery and its resulting aftermath. These truths have been kept secret and the story of slavery in America glossed over. Instead of owning up to the truth of a country whose wealth was built on the work of forced unpaid labor, we have been content to believe that, as the tagline reads, America is the land of the free.

Burying any secret, let alone one as huge as the truth about the underlying foundation of a nation, is bound to bring up confusion, pain and distrust once it is out. Recently, a personal secret of my own has come to light. Through this revelation, I am now able to see the damage I have inflicted on myself by keeping this thing hidden instead of dealing with it head-on. Secrets truly do rot a person from the inside out.

Though it may be painful, and may cause relationships to be tested and lives temporarily thrown off-track, there is nothing good or worthwhile about keeping secrets. Appearances be damned! Screw what people think! Stop hiding from the truth of your reality. Expose those skeletons, set the weight of your secret down and dare to face the truth with courage.