No words

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



Published by Poet Kiana Davis

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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