What is your picture of homelessness?
The shingles continue to hang from the roof and the pale yellow color of the house continues to fade in the hot sun, time does not stop. I finally finished a busy day at our convenience store which is just about 2 minutes away from our new residence. As I approach, I cannot help but continue... Continue Reading →
I remember when I thought your way was the best way. Dreams hidden deep inside. Lost to the reason of my existence. Instead metamorphosing into a stranger. A stranger living inside me. A stranger marrying a stranger. A stranger raising strange kids. Doing strange things thinking it was the way. A stranger losing purpose... Continue Reading →
She is a beautiful vivid flower that requires blooming. She stands out in the box of closed minds. She withers in the presence of weeds that smother her roots and stunts her growth. The soil that is to nurture her is filled with foreign unfamiliar objects that her young roots do not understand. But she... Continue Reading →
Can I come up to the place that keeps you sane? Where the wind blows all your cares away. Where the freedom pushes you to soar in the universe of opportunities. Where the clouds impersonate your long lost imaginary friends. Where the beautiful blue sky takes you into a day dream filled with miracles that energizes all your senses. Where the squirrels... Continue Reading →
I love taking pictures of beautiful places and things. This one is a beautiful church in Atlanta GA. I used this picture for this particular poem because we often attend places of worship to bring balance to the turmoil that churns inside us. © 2016 All words & images by Tanya Graham unless otherwise noted.
Love is not enough to conquer the demons that lurk in the inner most dwelling of your bones. It has surpassed the soul & spirit. It does not move freely in your heart & mind. It has hardened & calcified in the bones. It is thick & unmovable. Days filled with laughter & smiles of... Continue Reading →
The hot summer days of Georgia had a special way of piercing my skin with a darkness that made most black folks uncomfortable. I was a beautiful sun-kissed child that loved playing outside; but somehow, this love and longing to enjoy the beautiful rays of sun and the smell of the fresh grass and blooming... Continue Reading →