No words

Posted byPoet Kiana DavisPosted inReflective PoetryTags:, , ,

There are no words
in desperation
I placed an SOS
inside a bottle
and tied it firmly
to the strongest tree limb
I could find
and for hours I stood
watching it oscillate
between memory and wind
praying for words.

© Kiana Davis 2013

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Kiana Davis was born and raised in Richmond, California. She began writing poetry at the age of 12 to grapple with growing up in a low income community and to help her develop her identity as a young black girl in America. For the past 10 years, she has worked as an educator teaching at-risk youth in Washington State.

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