Jae Stevenson
poetry
reclaiming the garden
where my mother walked
within me grown barren
muscles strain to be free
screams of anger quieted
the storm-rage barred beauty
standing on the edge of
past painted over silent
and future freeing love
replant the uprooted
give voice to past voiceless
give form to the muted
reclaiming my lilith
from inner fury to
singing my sins my truth