Intergenerational. (Mothers)

My great grandmother was a farmer

She was a medicine woman

She was brave.

My grandmother never spoke English

She was not literate

She raised her children through a war.

My mother is a broken women

She holds both magic and rage

She never shows love.

I would like to think that I am good with words

But I keep everything inside

I feel empty sometimes.

-A.A. Eke


Dirty Love

A soft song playing in the mid morning.
Chill wave;
automated tunes with an oscillating beat,
played to the string of a whispering voice.
Books stacked, showcasing spines;
the blend of colors and titles create an accidental mosaic of color, brilliance, and age.
I don’t want my parents’ love.

Until next time…