Mwen Songez

I remember those days back in Little Haiti

Everyone was happy

Great big family

Mommy worked and her little cousin Vivi

Took care of me and Shelly

I often called her mommy

Daddy seemed to always be so busy

In and out of Ayiti

Would bring back some sweet-sweets

Usually it was from one of my grannies

Showing that they love me by adding to my cavities

The family moved to North Miami

Away from the south beach, closer to my aunties

Finally, we moved into our own home suite

Big pool and mango tree on 193rd Street

Turned 18 and moved away from the whole scene

Reflecting on what has brought me to succeed academically

Socially I gained much popularity

Yet it never fulfilled me like the love from my family

I remember those days!

Getting Back

I used to love her religiously

Yet I abused her literally

Daily I would think what could I say to her verbally

So that she would not quit from what we had

Chemistry

I was already departing from or connection mentally

While her presence was forever present

She started to pull away from me slowly

The focus was solely on myself so when she left

Naïve I guess

She just needed rest from our constant togetherness

Her absence made me helpless

Realizing that I place too much emphasis

On her space, in her way

Made her compel to bail from what we once shared

I admit she gave me more of her, and I less of me

Now I plea For her to be with me constantly

She never feeling empty or a slight bit of jealousy

When I made greed filled the spot where she was once conceived

And she was consistent

It was my inconsistency that made her go astray

Made us flow our separate ways

Yet I would hear of her every now and then

Flowing out of the lips of men as I think of what could have been

Wondering

Would I be able to flow into her soul as she enters mine

Naturally Seeking Poetry

My name meaning: Divine Gift Sent by God

I was born on a Monday, the second day where God created water waves and an expanse brake in order to divide sky and land, and he held my mother's hand as she labored me through hours of a feverish state. Yet she could not push my way out of her genital walls, so they called for the forceps that would cut into her flesh as they pulled the flesh of me away from the sea that nourished me for over 9 months. In Africa, they would have celebrated me as they named me Adwoa after the seventh day of my existence, but my father named me Dasha, not even knowing the true essence of my being. Yet I am beaming above stars and living beyond scars. I am loving, laughing, dreaming, believing that 28 years is just the beginning.