She wore the same clothes, and no one noticed because she covered the smell with holy water.
it was as lifeless as her eyes.
they went in and out.
they came from every direction.
Days turned into years, and I almost forgot.
Then out of the blue my mind hears, that voice.
As it screamed for tea and bread, always from the bed bought by the incarcerated one.
Fear flowed like my blood on the bathroom floor.
That house was not made of glass.
All mouths afraid to speak.
Just watching her from a distance, always knowing that Queen Bees can sting, even when their hands are clenched in prayer.
If gates fly open for her,
I’ll burn like her voice in my mind.
I have been writing poems ever since the age of 15, as a way to save myself. I wrote this particular poem way way back in 1984. I have recently come to the realization that I am a writer. I have always been one. It makes it easier for me now to claim this fact because I have my first ever children’s book published. I am aware though, that while I have always been a writer, I need to take care of the writer, my feelings, by learning how to speak.
So today, Friday, January 27, 2023 I have made this post on my blog, but I have also posted my very first TikTok video. You can find it at @jacquelyncommander on TikTok, This is where you can HEAR Tea and Bread.