I was really nervous reading my poetry today, but my grip on the mic centered me.
Heritage She is silent in the loudness of strength ready for battle in any nameless war strong for everyone and anyone she loves beautifully wounded All wish they could be her without having to walk in her shoes. ©Kiana Davis 2013
Inspired by Black Boy Wonder Poem Down A Mountain Their stories were entrenched in the echo of pain long lived. Today I stood before a mirror that did not belong to me and the reflection startled me. I looked in as a woman but stared out as a Black Man. Vulnerable but willing to sliceContinue reading “Black Actors Pay Tribute to Trayvon Martin: “Little Black Boy Wonder””
Once I scaled back my own skin Silent Forced fingers still and died But now every thought blooms And i believe in the possibility of flight. (c) Kiana Davis 2013
This day has been surreal. I feel like a part of me walks among the dead. And because their waters aren’t troubled my sadness is out of place. Kiana Davis 2013
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
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!!