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
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!!