Mother Warrior Poems

The mirror reflects a lifetime etched upon my skin; a canvas of stories whispered through maturity. I stand before it, middle-aged and exposed, my nakedness...

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a gentleman from a grand, but time-worn oil-painting,
unbelievably handsome in his forties,
immaculately dressed in a formal grey suit,
from the backdrop of a luscious tea-garden
on a...

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MOTHER A WARRIOR

It was a small matter, but would can explain to the wind,
My mother used to make mascara for me from the lamp!

She made...

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Blue Jay Warrior knew this tile roof would be slick
He has a wise brain, he is in no way ignorant or thick.
He argued with the...

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Oh baby! 
Everyone speaks of a mother's prenatal travails
that make you a part of this earth's tales. 

But,
No one talks about what hassle you undergo
In...

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Where are all the women
the moon-eyed lionesses, 
the stampeding herds of udders, vulvas, and horns
that tears the earth and trampled the serpents and scorpions?
Where are...

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I am dipped in burnt sage
smudged with black skin
Choctaw infused in my DNA
Creole seasoning the roux 
in my bloodline
I slow simmer
for I am daughter of
strong...

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Warriors in us, 
When time comes, we fight our fiercest battle. 

A dainty lass, cocooned by mother’s care,  
and father’s protective arms, 
grew up gleeful and merry,...

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Sounds of gun shots filled the air,
his comrades lay in the ground writhing in pain...
patches and streams of red blood could be seen around...

He thought...

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How heavy the lid from his plastic can
To be held by the fingers of a child
A foam-covered sword held by his hand
As he practiced his...

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When I think of a warrior,                   ...

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The mother dodged most of it; some connected and singed her hair. A shriek was the reply. As was a return spell. The air glowed...

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Africa rains
Who reigns 
Raise Me Up from a tribe
 A group of traveling white men gave me a ride 
Brought us the African to this...

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The Fashion Zebra

I am a flake. 
That is the term for people that do not follow through. 
It may not be fair. I have spent...

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The New Preacher, 
“Hear My Words”

Are you listening. 
I am saying things very clearly. 
You need to keep trying. 
Are you talking to me?
Am I...

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