Poems from Melanis
I cry grown-woman tears in this grown-woman's body, A body wornout, weary, bruised,
overwrought with fear. A woman who cries out in fear of...
We are proud cooks
in the kitchen, stirring the pot. It is not what you think. It is not the smell of
chicken being fried in hot...
Brother, slap me some skin. Brother? no, I may got more to do with someone who can't pass
for black. Brother? am I any relation to you...
I hear noises sounds punching against my ear
I hear noises pressing against my ear canal all the way through my brain
I dont want to hear...