I come and go back

to the eyes

that talk to me

they look like mine

but i do not remember

she has a fire

i long to touch

i long to devour

to become one with her

to reach back

behind my eyes

i feel her

she tries to speak to me

reforms as the warrior within

the tiger with a murmur

waiting for her chance to growl

I see a sparkle

but so faint

she is there reaching

she is there teaching

she is there manifesting

she is there

i can no longer ignore

I am ready to soar

I am ready for my revival

I am ready for my upheaval

but I must return to her

I must reconnect

to my younger spirit

I must praise God she never left

I must thank the heavens

for this divine reunion

to step into the power

destined for only me

the force that she was privy to see

the strength only she can bring

i must return

i must unlearn

all the things that kept her far from me

listening to the words of God whispering

the revelation will not be televised

i must return




When you ask me where I come from

I must speak of broken things

I must speak of my kintsugi

Broken plans

Early arrivals

Broken promises

Forever fighting

Broken stoops

By gentrification dreams

Broken hearts

Broken starts

Broken and stolen lands

Broken and calloused hands

Portmore and Kingston sings

Of streets my ancestors breathed



Cuba Motherland

Stolen stripped and rebranded

Strong Colonizer hand

Where I come from

is broken things

Grandma's heart

Grandfather's ears

Mother's childhood

Father's past

Where I come from

is broken things

Mama's future

Her dreams live on in me

Not without a share of jealousy

Papi's passion

Oozes from my pores

Birthday present not wasted


blossoming from palm

flourishing through the broken tear-drenched faces

Grandma's spirit

Raging within these bones

Fighter she is

now and forevermore

Watch out for what's in store

Witness the power

Impossible to deny her roar

Warrior in pink

Warrior in Jamaican jungle print

Impossible to deny my roar
her echo
her legacy
changing the past
into beautiful kintsugi
into aches
as a phoenix, i rise

When you ask me where I come from

I must speak of broken things

But God has taken the broken pieces

Mended them with his light

Guided their steps righteous

Into a masterpiece

priceless to behold



Six feet is far enough

you can still see my stride

still be blessed by my light

six feet physical distance

not the same


six feet under pavement

keep listening

and you keep breathing

pray for the world

it needs healing

pray for your soul

may it have room to blossom

have time to see what you and yourself have in common

six feet is just enough

to know how deep is your love

1- through law adherence

2- through text message

3- through facetiming missions

4- through digital turn up sessions

5- through phone dings and rings

6- through letter and gift sending

Touch is a love language
love was never canceled
is loving this way too hot handle?

be graphic

be wishing

be planning

be reminiscing

be appreciating

be hoping

physical distance

brings you closer together

closer than ever


~Azucar ~



"Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them."