Voice (random)

In search of my voice

I stumble upon
the memory of sound

the voice of my past self

living behind closed doors

and writing for shadows
to feel alive 

in the  past I often feed
on silence
near death
hiding words under blankets
for warmth
and here i am again

(c) 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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