It. Poems

For Life Demands It

I have read a lot of books
Not sure what I remember of them
Written a lot of poetry
Yet cannot recite any of it

I have lived a lot of days
Faint memories entwined
In fluffed and softened lies
I cannot unentangle them

I have loved and been loved
Shared the pain and joy of both
Inhaled the breath of generations
Destined to remember me

I

It is not so easy being weak

That night marked the moment  
When I unleashed my heart and secrets,  
Chasing a fleeting joy that ignites  
The curiosity of many women.  

My self-confidence faded,  
As the enemy claimed my heart.  

Confidence is about facing  
What terrifies you.  
I've dared to do it all.  

I

how did it get this far?

i'm at my wit's end
barely clinging to the last remaining illusion
~ hope being the rising sun



Wordku: 15-7-5 words

AP: 2nd place 2025

Objections overruled about using the word shh it? No way!

Objections overruled about using the word (shh...) it? No way!

The word "it" is a pronoun,
a word used in place of a noun
to refer to a person, place, thing, or idea.

As a pronoun, "it"
is a third-person singular form
used as a subject or object
within a sentence.

I do not like starting, ending,
nor using the word it in a

The bird couldn't do it

Gondola was prepared to welcome you 
You desired the white clouds instead 
A void settled on the palm of my hand
The bird too couldn't unfold its wings

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            6 September 2025

Take It Back

If I could take it back the bad 
Know that I would do so fast
Retrieve every hurtful word 
Before the hatred was amassed

We would go back to the timel
Our love was perfect and fun
And you'd look at me and smile
Before all of the bad was done

To there never being any fights
When it was happiness and

What do you call it

what do you call it
when a chica’s dreams melt faster
than the piragua man’s ice
on a July Harlem block?
when sweetness drips down brown fingers,
but the city never tastes it right?
what do you call it
when they call you spicy —
like it’s a compliment or a curse —
when you’re just tryna argue your piece
on the tenement stoop
where your

WE WILL CALL IT LOVE STILL

The heart will beat
to a rhythm blood can’t read
skipping sacred moments
bearing scars of battles past.

If love comes for blood
every kindness hides a snare
the gentle touch a leech
that takes far more than it gives.

Still, we will call it love
for it laughs at our laughter
weaves hope through our silence
clings to compliments like a starving child.

If love comes

Can We Do It Together?

Can we do it together?

“Hi! How are you?” an Indian lady asked me.
After work, I left the building of my workplace.

She also worked there. Just in a different department.
This company is in Greenford. Very nice. It is in London.

“Do you have children? Do you have a family?” she asked.
“No, I haven’t”, I answered. “Can we

Love It Or Lose It

The dirty laundry
of democracy
Near impossible
to clean

You bask in freedom
until it’s gone
Whose nightmare kills
the dream

Warts and pimples
in plain view
Perfection
for the sage

To govern
as the Lord decrees
Our liberty
uncaged

To make those choices
for yourself
And pay the price
be damned

Instead of letting
tyrants rule
To serve
— at their command

(Villanova University: September, 2025)

Once it is far away enough

Only be distal enough from crowded stay 
The fresh and sweet of the air can be tasted
And the chirping of birds be appreciated 
Also, the dancing butterflies be exquisite

Which of the untouched are full of charms 
Such as imagined fairies shown in murals
In the corner of this, being ignored by them
No humans hustle and bustle

Back It Up

I hear the way you talk
of your friends without end,
the gossip goes on non-stop,
about them and their men,
so vicious the things you say,
shock to see, candidly,
imagine what you must claim
about me, when you’re free…

Back it up,
take that sh-t elsewhere,
woman, I no longer care.
Pack it up,
The drama I’ll spare,
woman, I no longer care.

Eyes sparkle when thing

is it spring yet?

crocus wanting its day in the sun



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Take it as it comes

Take it as it comes they say
As if you have a choice
To take it in alternate way
To speak a different voice
To look outside and see the view
Of distant hills and dales
If only this could come to you
Not to somebody else
You can’t be ready in advance
Though you might think you can  
If you won’t take

is it too late?

years have taken their toll
that's how we roll
we do our very best
and let go of the rest
we watch our life go by
and try our best not to cry
the world is in bad shape
i'm choking on a sour grape



AP: 2nd place 2025

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