• Poet

The Write Kind of Kin, Folks

To my National Writing Project Siblings—especially PLWP S.I.14,

it was like a dream

we wrote and we read until hands held

our hearts and our souls

filled with joy full of Simile’s smile

quite simply, I’ll always proclaim:

NWP is the write kind of Kin

Folks, our blood flows through ink though;

and, writefully so,

if some see us grouped sporadically together,

they may say we were strangers

even stranger,

if a stranger saw me hair locked in what some call dreads;


in skin dark filled pigments invents endless possibilities

grabbing back past the first crater the Creator created

to cater to Indigoes and Blues and Jazz

infused with Rainbows of humanity- my Family

bright skinned like the light bends

within vibrant blends of aurora borealis,

such contrast collides coincidence that

can’t convince the clock to tick or tock ‘cause time

just wishes to be the watch…

for a second