Dogma Mine Forgive me, for I can be a contaminate Spewing forth toxins, splattering everybody with stench, the slow smell of sulfur That’s filling your brains and my nostrils My tongue is a fire and my jowls a jackhammer. I have just eaten my prey and it is you I have dined on your weakness …
Skinned A family can survive major pruning. The loss of parent, grandparent, child. However, a family tree can’t survive without its bark. The stripping away of my childhood’s outer layer. The intentional toughing up routines backfired, thinning the skin until raw and every word or touch burned like a bare light socket sunk into my …
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
Silence Fifty years plus, silenced & caged. To write is to free the golden finch, imprisoned at eight, by a man’s filthy hands, reaching where claws don’t belong. The golden finch’s songs ruptures the cage & silence’s song. © SB Joy, 2021 What song has trauma silenced in you? SBJ
Here is a video from Season 1 😂. Last year I did about 10 videos. This is short poem called Parents Love.