by Linda Orji | Oct 16, 2016 | Poetry Closet
Friday night, Webster ave, Bronx, New York. 30-story brown brick buildings. Butler Housing, also known as The Projects. The loud stereo vibrations of grandma’s bleach smelling studio 15E apartment welcomed us. Wine & Spirits were lifted by the likes of...
by Linda Orji | Sep 16, 2016 | Poetry Closet
Sun’s Gaze Seeds planted on soil. (5 Syllables) Child gazes curiously. (7 Syllables) Sun’s touch, growth. Roots deep. (5 Syllables)
by Linda Orji | Jul 29, 2016 | Poetry Closet, Your Story is My Story
We are where we are because we’ve forgotten where we were. No one is better. We will all die, but while we are here, can we live, together? We are where we are because we remember where we were. I am better. We will all die, so I don’t care if you live. “You are...
by Linda Orji | Jul 18, 2016 | Poetry Closet
An OG takes care of his family, and everything about him is just, well…manly. Someone you can talk with about sports, sit back and crack jokes of all sorts. He’s book smart and street smart, can be real cold but has the warmest heart. It’s kinda tough for you...
by Linda Orji | Jun 10, 2016 | Poetry Closet
Me: Silicone? Them: Injection. Me: Why, so I can look like who? Feel like what? Them: Walk with a more curvaceous strut! Me: Far from the crowned Mutt That walked in the presence of King Tut? Does good come from that cut? Them: What cut? Me: The one craftily performed...
