Some of my favorites of mine:
Families Are A Lost ArtI spent a day trying to learn how to be a daughter again.
I attempted small talk over hours that I usually sleep
with a man I have compared to any boy who tried to measure up.
The man who keeps leaving is talking about Florida
and I should not be too surprised that he wants to escape again
but for today, he is mine-
and just like that, I am five years old
in the front seat of a car that will be mine once I grow up again,
watching my Daddy drive with both hands on the wheel
and I could see his desperation to abandon once again-
I know that I will follow
because I didn't realize how much he was missed until he came home.
From A Mother To Her DaughterYou share the face of the man who raped my heart.
You, with a tongue that spins lies in the form of veils,
you pull them over my eyes so that I don't know what you're really up to.
I called you Michael in your sleep.
My beautiful daughter, you wear his face of sin.
Cheater, liar, I can expect no more from you;
but still I try to see you as someone else.
Your innocence shattered at the wrath of a man
and I ran, hoping that he would learn and come for us.
Instead, we were betrayed but still you clung close.
You saw him as a god, and I tried to tear that image from you.
I couldn't protect you from yourself or even me.
You, little Mic
I feel like poetry I write about my family are my stronger poems.