Ancient AuntieBlue eyes I’ve never meet, and knew,an ancient auntie perhaps – kinder thanmy mother – said: “you look like an actor.” Mother, hellbent on filling mylife with her story, said: “my hair was wasted on a man.”My distant auntie goes on:”You’ve got the stare of an empty parking lot filled with upturned push pins, …
The Haunting Mom and dad been dead awhile now, one buried deep in the ground, the other incinerated, ashes spread. Yet, that doesn’t stop my ashen mother from coming around. Like the other day, she dropped by to tell me it’s okay to go mad on paper, just don’t it in public, they’ll lock you …
Alone, the family jewel My mother has been dead years now. She loved to sit alone in the sun near a pool or beach, work on her tan, read her book. Forty years later, I am alone at the beach hiding under an umbrella, reading and writing, when my dead mother walks up to me, …
It was a blazing hot moon when the doorbell rang. It was a delivery guy dropping off a yellow square post-it note from my long dead mother. The note said: I am not the villain you portray me as. I turned the post-it over and scribbled: Not at this address, then handed back it back …
Sour Words streamed from my eyes pooling into a paragraph of tangerines, lemons & limes. Oh, how I wish I never tasted you, Mother’s milk. © SB Joy, 2021 mother’s milk gone soured. SBJ
Greedy Hands Angel in bright white night gown Soiled, smudged from your earthly visit, Trapped in the trauma of a little boy Raped by his mother’s man. You can’t unsee, that dirt, that stain, It doesn’t come clean, the bile Of man’s defiling greedy hands Shoveling himself inside a little boy. © SB Joy Image …
Here is a video from Season 1 😂. Last year I did about 10 videos. This is short poem called Parents Love.
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