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


Ireland

Scotland

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

enjoyed

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


[2.apr.2020]

#napowrimo2020


Six feet is far enough

you can still see my stride

still be blessed by my light


six feet physical distance

not the same

as

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
but
love was never canceled
or
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


[1.apr.2020]

~Azucar ~

#napowrimo2020

#coronachronicles

I have been writing for 20 years y'all.


For the next 20 days, I will post a poem a day, and an extra one for good luck, from each year of writing.


In honor of the #princetribute, here is #sometimesitsnowsinapril

I wrote in on today in 2016.


Sometimes it snows in April

Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad

Sometimes I wish life was never ending,

And all good things, they say, never last



Hello my Dearest the Beautiful One,

My 3rdEye was opened in 1999

brooding artist used to Housequakes began to Live 4 Love

For You were more than a Black Muse

You are an Xtralovable Lion of Judah

Original, Unique and Magnificient Act of God

With a Dirty Mind often in the Clouds

showing me how to FixUrLIfeUp

while i still played TICTACTOE with barbies and their Little Red Corvette

As the Signs o the times differed

You defined Pop Life

wrestling between Girl and PartyMan

and Theives in the Temple

Wanting us to be Interactive

Giving front row seats to a RocknRoll Loveaffair

So we could be your Sexy Dancer

You stopped time with the Shade Stare

Letting the world know, "Don't Play Me"

Taking us to church

You were always The One you Wanna C

Somewhere here on Earth

unfortunately the Resolution

became I wish you heaven


Sometimes it snows in April

Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad

Sometimes I wish life was never ending,

And all good things, they say, never last


Uptown with your Darling Nikki in her Raspberry Beret

You gave permission to Lets Go Crazy

With every song you gave us an Escape

An undeniable belief This could be us

In our own Paisley Park

you showed us our Groovy Potential