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
searching……..
(c) Kiana Davis 2013
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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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