she's a craftsman.
there's something about
the way she molds,
bends, and breaks words
to her power.
she constructs an expression
with skillfull slices of her knife
for those who are given
no voice
and for those who fail
to find the words.
she's aggressive,
forcing and bonding
the words to collapse
and lay raw across the page.
every drop of ink is a cry,
a scribble scrabble of sorts.
until finally her work is done
and all that remains is the
black and white.
xi.v.mmxvi 9:25 P.M.