Cryptic voices speak of circling and I see the mountain but do not want to travel it again. Kiana Davis (c)2013
The ancestors weep how far we’ve come but our young are still murdered because of their skin. Justice is blind folded again. Kiana Davis 2013
Knowing something will happen before it happens is a gift. Waiting for it to unfold is patience. Kiana Davis
Holding my breath praying for poetic justice and peace for the anger that has lived here before. (c) Kiana Davis
#reflecting Pictures inspire me i am that little girl who looked out at the world and wanted to mend the broken pieces of a community under fire. – Kiana Davis 2013
Music Heals December 4th poem from my book of poetry Digging For Roots! Please tell me what you think. Jay-Z’s song/rap really helped me heal. Thank you!!
The 4th Every year on the 4th of July, I feel conflicted about Independence Day and what was going on for African Americans at the time of the signing. Many people on FaceBook were voices their opinions about the day and sharing why they celebrate the day and why they don’t. I decided to write a poem toContinue reading “The 4th of July”
Hello all This is my first post, and this is my first blog. I decided to name it Poetic Awakenings because poetry allow me to write my down all my feelings about life, culture, and religion and so on…… Poetry also keeps me awake and in the moment. I am livng my life aware ofContinue reading “Storytelling”