A Soulful Song 

An African American woman lays 

In the sterile white bed

She has a glass of flowers in full bloom

Her hands are neatly manicured 

I come in quietly 

Introducing myself 

And the function of my presence: 

Just to sit and listen or to

Chit chat a bit I always say sweetly 

The woman tells me of her younger days 

Singing for her local church 

Her love for the songs

And her love for her religion shines 

On her weary face 

I’ve been battling lymphoma 

She says quietly 

Her voice is raspy with age and her battle 

I tell her that 

She is probably still 

A beautiful singer

Before I know it 

A beautiful melody 

Filters through the quiet air 

She powerfully sings 

The song of her youth 

Her voice cracks and dips

But it is the most pure song 

The most real thing 

I have ever listened to 

I smile quietly 

Thank you I say 

You are beautiful 

After a couple moments of 

Comfortable silence 

She tells me 

Out of the blue 

You’re really pretty 

I smile and shake my head 

I remember clearly 

Not even brushing my hair 

That morning 

Thank you

Is all I can say 

And as I bid her adieu 

After more sweet moments 

I rest my hands in hers 

I wish you peace and comfort 

I think to myself

As I look into her eyes 

Willing her to believe 

But I already know 

She’s in good hands already 



I made my rounds 

At the oncology floor 

Of our local hospital 

Operating on my free time 

And my heart open 

To those that would 

Welcome me into their rooms 

And a glance into a strangers life 

I saw many things 

But one stood out 

From all the faces

The face of hope 

It was written on their beds 

It was written on their family 

It was written on them 

Hope was always there 


And it may be unfortunate 

But I believe that cancer 

Is our most important fight 

For social justice 

For anyone


 of creed, origin, ethnicity, race or gender 

Could be afflicted with this illness 

If something has to bring together our 


Then this shall be it. 

Trust in Me 

Why must you pretend to hold my hand 

And pull me close 

You have a knife 

A cold blade 

Between your fingertips 

As you slowly 

Poison me 

With your lies of comfort 

Soon, I shall be 

Dead at your feet 

While you move on 

Towards another 

Sailing, Sailing 

I wish I was on 

A rocking boat 

On the majestic blue sea 

Feeling the spray of the sea foam 

Like Poisedon’s touch 

Greeting me 

I shall feel every rock and dip 

Like the body of my partner past 

I shall greet it warmly 

With a lovers caress 

My feet will dance above the gallows 

I’ll have my hands wide open 

Embracing the oceans that meet me 

I’ll spin in circles 

Hoping for typhoons 

Hoping for hurricanes 

To come wreck me 

I’ll dance a love song 

With the waves 

As they rush past 

I’ll steer to any destination 


My heart will never anchor 

I shall sail

Sail across the sea 

I’m just doing it for me.

At First Light

At First light 

I will forsake the 

Dawn that do make its way 

With its gleaming hues 

At first light 

I will mount my steed

And blow dust as I canter away 

At first light 

I shall bid you adieu 

As I search for the truth 

At first light 

You shall find my kerchief 

And reminisce not on me 

At first light

As the embrace of the night past

Grows old and weary

I shall gather my skirts 

Gather my wits 

I will stray away from the warm 

Humble abode that we created together 

At first light

I shall leave not a faint kiss

Upon your wretched lips

Yes, at first light 

The hearth will be dim 

The cold will make its way 

Into your empty bed 

Yes, at first light 

You shall awake 

And find me gone 

You shall lament and woe

At first light 

I shall be far

I will not heed anything 

But the trail at my feet 

The reins on my steed

Yes, at first light 

I’ll set myself free 

Unexpected Love

You saw me as clear as water

On a day I wasn’t expecting you

And your wonderful potential

Your eyes strayed from


You ripped my facades off

You took me for my problems

You took me with my insecurity

To protect and hold

Chance Encounters

I ambled toward

the back of the room

as I always had

never missing a beat

I imagined that

your gaze had never landed

on me.

Why would this

chance encounter

be one that could

spin me on my axis

make me feel as

light as a butterfly

make me feel as

though I could fly

towards the moon?

Maybe the boy

who looked curiously on

knew my dilemmas

But alas,

I guess the clock’s

timing is misguided

because in comes

a regal Queen

who intertwines

her hand

with his.

How could I

be so foolish as

to forget?

I was the ugly duckling.

Burning Stories

There is a story
Burning in my mind
Screaming to be let
Out of its cage
Yet my pen
Does not convey
The desires I hold
Within my lonely
The books are torn
Shredded to pieces
The pages run
Like tears after mascara has run
The stories are burned
Each savior lost
Traditions mangled
As I turn my threads
To dust
Do you see the pain
You have caused
My dear by
Allowing me to
To imagine
A life
A lonely existence
It is
Without you, to hold you close
My dear
As I close the book
Another fairytale is gone
I must return now
To forced reality
A dream
That will never
Come true
Love is lost.