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Michelle Hudson has not received any gifts yet
Thought I'd drop a line
to let you know you've got time.
So many cares cast upon lack.
Never fulfilled, you worry that you're fat
or unattractive or dumb.
Prosecuted by every thought, your life becomes humdrum --
the same old routine.
Doubt. Want. Envy. Where's your self-esteem?
Your will to live rather than sit still?
Don't tell me you're going to permit this kill!
Don't you know you're all you need
Posted on July 27, 2010 at 5:12am — 2 Comments
My mother wore patches of white flour
as badges of honor.
From her ruby cheeks
to her sweat-stained blouse,
the light dusting promised
a feast of
fried chicken, collard greens,
and pecan pie.
A simple dinner in our home
served with fanfare of the heart.
Lapping the juices
from my shiny fingers,
I saw love mirrored in Mama's eyes –
chestnut orbs that hid
the pain encased in her heart.
Always sitting the table for three.
Posted on July 27, 2010 at 5:10am — 5 Comments
I’m from the gravel roads of St. Rose and the suburban lanes of Kenner.
From the urban streets of New Orleans. All in all, I’m Louisiana grown.
I’m from the formality of Mardi Gras and the rebellion of Zulu’s carnival.
From the legacy and history of the Mardi Gras Indians.
I’m from old folks axing, “Who dat at the doh?”
From “Who dat say they gonna beat them Saints?”
I’m from “How ya mama and them?”
From “Fa sho!” and “Huh bruh!”
I’m from rural…
Posted on February 19, 2010 at 2:23am
Posted on January 15, 2010 at 12:36am — 9 Comments