Brave in the little town of Bethlehem

I wonder how the star
can know well the times the savior keeps being born
once for the East and once for the West
this division of the same God carries its footsteps
in my blood, where millions can be brave
brave in the little town of Bethlehem.

effort

There is a chance you take on kindness
an attempt to shine a light where there is no electricity
efforts you take leading nowhere

a lesson in the history of art

Talk about where the brushstroke has fallen
within eye-sight to mark essential visuals
for you and me to talk lofty about
call the mess and the minutes we had
a history of art

this is womanhood

This is womanhood
you are bent over like a folded paper
yet are expected to keep standing.

the truth, how hard

the truth is harder
to break down
than the glass- bottles consumed in the process.

challenge to pick sides

It is a challenge
to pick up a side, in a battle
if you are always looking at it unfold from outside.

Not a sugar cube

You are not a sugar cube
my mother used to tell me, why then do I
fear the rain that could fall flat on my head
gentle and with vigor forcing me to run
to the nearest street-corner, hide and cover like it is the end of times?