Dark chocolate covered so sweet Bee’s honey dripping slowly as you speak Strutting your coco butter sheen Soft waves of r&b bouncing Like your curly hair in thick humidity Scared of what you see Constantly thinking of what could be Feeling repressed in democracy Confronting all the time in DC Trying to just BE…

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/ql_p/2019/05/07/quintessential-listening-poetry-presents--brianna-mcgowan May 6, 2019 Two weeks before, I was a guest on this incredible radio show featuring local DC poets, I performed at DC Guerrilla Poetry Insurgency Open Mic Night, a self-proclaimed “anti-authoritarian, collaborative pro-humanity artists’ collective incorporating music, rhythm, spoken word, community, and resistance.” I met one of the…

I fell apart right before your eyes Everything was going fine Until I wasn’t alright My mind a melting canvas With hot colors streaking The beautiful picture I worked so hard making Seeping into my mind I knew they were coming for my mind I felt myself try to fight Scared to let it take you too I ran into the…

How does one articulate the total collapse of mental and physical health? It felt as if I were nearing the end of an entire lifetime. Time violently rebelled against my life. Any second I could blink and then my grandchildren would be in front of me, asking for caramel candies…

I remember when my grandmother used to push my sister and I on the tire swings at our neighborhood park in Texas. …

My skin is purple Underneath I’m red I feel responsible For the monsters in my head I lie awake in my bed Is this life until I’m dead? Is this my life Until I’m dead? I am growing branches from my shoulders My leaves turn green In the spring sun…

It’s been a while since I’ve asked myself this question They waxy leaves green, once sweating with The spring dew, have withered brown And their brittle, little remains faintly sound Under the slightest of weight The eager sun that beacons the world awake The crisp apple mornings of fall turned…

Im staring out the window My leg propped on some pillows Jazz playing in my headphones Looking at the world below Overcast — what a beautiful word Describes when the day Takes a break from the sun Clouds blanket us in grey Everyone sighs in unison *sighs* It feels content…

I woke up to a misty Saturday on the morning of January 5, 2019 Still snuggled in bed, I finished reading an article I had fallen asleep to the night before My sheets were clean, soft, warm, and smelled of cotton One of the little pleasures of life After finishing…