I will never call you on your birthday
but I bet right about now Tracy is making you laugh
as the candles on the cake illuminate your face
I know you will smile.
I wonder what you’ll wish for
a new pair of shoes
a better job
I am at the bottom of your list
but I will still waste my birthday wish on you
every year anyways.
Happy Birthday, Mom.
How can something so cruel still look as beautiful as her?
she makes loveless look so soft
she made sanctuary feel like madness.
Sweet honey & green tea
that was the color of my mother’s eyes
they shone like amulets
worthy only of Cleopatra herself
I thought she was worthy
Of her melanin-kissed skin
and her voice, all songbirds and lullabies
All curly tresses and coffee stained books
My eyes were clothed with admiration
For a woman who raised me like a machine.