This poem is me taking back the word “nappy” to make it beautiful.
Emotional
Papi
Papi, I know —
Life in Odd Numbers
A life retold in numbers
The Feminist in Me
I was a feminist long before I knew what the word meant.
Rising
“Uno, dos, y tres…” My father jumps off of the cliff into El Yaque del Norte, with me holding tightly onto his back.
Loving in New Ways
Sometimes the best love is the one that can exist without words.
Dear Kanye
Dear Kanye, nine days ago I called financial offices of the colleges I applied to. Told them I had to submit my FAFSA without parental information….
Yellow Dress
Everyone has been acting different lately. I can’t blame them. Even I’m different.