In black and white

You may not see our battle scars,

but know this; we are not victims

we are this world’s warriors.

I am Zebra

There are stripes

Hidden within

My pale skin,

Zebra stripes

Where the matter of me is stretched thin

Light and dark matter between

Each cell’s loose connections,

Each day my stripes go unseen

By those whose fear casts reflections;

Projections of who they fear themselves to be

As they try to warp and bend my sense of identity,

But their fear is not me.

Do Say

Do say, don’t abate,
unleash that sly stream of hate;
feign each injury
is just advise to cure me.

Butterflies

Don’t fret about the shades

that flit before my eyes

they are my butterflies,

The Jade Quill

Life

between

sheets of dreams

knowing none know

where my tides convene

at breaker’s edge, the brow

transformed in the under-toe;