Rahwa's profile

Imagine No fuchsia fragrance Just a drab orange No, not burnt by the sun but Manufactured by tax dollars Funny how her dark skin Didn't quite suit that Burnt orange on any stage Her smile, warmly lit Luscious lips Lipstick applied heavily Mouth pouty Quivering with the word "Empowerment" a buzz word for Women in academia Her agency made object Like a vacant chair In a darkened room Self secluded from action Context stripped of emotion By the subject of femininity A thick skin Kissed by honey ...

Black Woman Intellect My spirit sometimes fails me My body sometimes deserts me Shoulders erect, chin to sky I'd like to carry the movement as I rise Some days my back curves And my eyes graze the ground I cherish my feet as my Poet lips kiss the earth. I don't want to stand. I question my values and forget to ask why Why the terror of strength, and The burden of a skeptic intellect? Sometimes I'd like to escape my rationale To care about what is right in front of me To force my eyes closed A...

I feel therefore, I am free I sense therefore, I see I write therefore, I am me I direct the feelings of our being. The being of my feelings Occupy a space Just between a heartbeat And soul-like melody. I am furious dark, tough, Beautiful I envision deep pockets Behind my eyelids Enough tears to cry For all of humanity Enough welled up Inside to die In the hidden crevices of My mind, your tenacity. I am strong , weak And yet somehow I persist Resist the rotted Stagnation of life. Death on top...

The narrative of our love. From the blood fresh steel Encircling our pain. Shape-shifter named seduction Calling out our shackled names. You separated from I and Worlds between He and She, A faceless creator Divine interpreter who translated The semen The embryo in the Petri dish Into The Words The energy of our broken love The History of our love The bruising of the words on a white page Of a mud like DARK ink Darker than our complex tones But so dark it couldn't scar PINK Like, SO dark this...

Free Flow Thirsty souls crave symbolic hydration the power of waters clarity; soothing power assuages dry, chapped memories displaces global instruction the stream-like retelling a free flow Expanding universal thought Conflated by egocentric foundations Destroyed by structurally non-existent Reversible blue-prints Controlled by capitalism And thoroughly Managed by exceptionalism Holes, pre-existing. Punctured by the Bullet points of a fortune tellers philosophy unspoken lexical freedom gagge...