Poems from JackieColquitt
I have been crowned and kissed
by the touch
of the new blush.
To be young,
Gifted,
And black;
what a weapon of mass destruction.
So be...
When Anxiety stops by
She brings all her friends,
And my living room,
Bedroom,
And kitchen alike
Get crowded with sweaty bodies
Tripping...
One brown paper bag.
It all started with one brown paper bag
Against the charcoal of Mother Africa
And the sandpaper of Nefertiti,
And the...
Jazz has a voice,
It speaks to me.
As I sleep deep,
Or as my feet take turns hitting the concrete street.
In the Chi-town heat, when you’...
One foggy day
In Salem,
The air was dank
And the fire was crackling.
Cackling filled ears that were waiting for the show;
My ears.
I...