Woke Ass Poems

Poem One

Trees were once communication between one naked body and the other.

Do you ever feel their presence, their voice as they're talking to you?

They communicate with the wind; they talk to me telling me "this is you."

I walk outside my backyard viewing the dead green, red, brown grass.

Something made me walk to this dark brown tree bark and feel it's rough patch.

My skin was wet and moist. I sweated head to toe watching my family swim together.

I tasted the smoke on my cheeks, the smell of my father making a meal by the grill.

The tree felt like an ally to me, we both were experiencing the heat.

Being a young Taylor Allen was tough in a neighborhood like Parkland.

There was always nothing to do.

"I'm bored." The pool didn't seem so intriguing today.

The clouds shifted making more shapes, giving me a message.

"Shit, god damn!", my mom shouted before telling me she didn't say that.

When you were little you became deaf when grown-ups shouted curse words.

They expect you to not repeat something you didn't know was bad.

"Let the bodies hit the floor."

It was my sister's favorite song. I liked the song too.

We thought the song was about dead people hitting the floor.

I still think the song is about dead people hitting the floor.

She retreated to her grey computer with the song on repeat, constantly.

I'm comparing my skin to the tree I sit under. I have a sense of peace.

Today I needed to get away from the family's commotion.

I had the same energy as the bunny that kept hopping away from me.

I evaporated into the tree and became closer within myself.

Tay-Tay kept thinking about her roots today.

She felt like she was something else, she co