“Good Girl”:

My sister, fighting through the same struggle, and future auntie of my culture. One who I recognize and respect as extended family, same tribe but styled in a different printed pattern. Princess out of training, queen in the making. A rebellious gift of nature when the sun goes down, born into a cruel world, recognized because of your bright light. Gifted; a keeper of mystery and purity. A beautiful tattoo, developed on it, is scar tissue; but is still beautiful. Worn with pride, but so sad inside. Existing in a world, sharing the load, and feeling the pressure of society’s high expectations. Feeling the pain of being forgotten. Me, in different opened toed wedges.


An excerpt from “An Ode to the ‘Good Girl’” available in paperback or kindle (e-book)