Shaquana Adams- Three Poems

Her Journey

I remember the light of childhood.

We would gather together and clap our hands to a song.

The world was simple and love was for princesses, 

which we wanted to grow up to be.

Middle school turned out privates into bleeders

and our thoughts into curious felines.

It wasn't long before we bloomed into 

delicious fruits that our counter

parts planned to pop.

We remember our firsts,

We remember our seconds.

And all we ask in return is to forget the 

ones that couldn't care to remember us.

Time we hear. No it's not time,

but forgiveness.

It's a long pilgrimage for the big at heart.

We leave so many...

I walk along the beaten path of those before me

and hope that one day I too can be free.

Making The Best Of It.

All this green creates a rewind button for eyes only.

Tree after tree and needless meadow...

grass as far as the trees and bushes will allow.

Damn.

Can I get a four leaf clover?

So maybe I can fast forward?

-Nah, now is not the time. I have more to do here in this state.

On a cloudy afternoon, I sit in the backseat of my car

wishing for weed and thinking of nice things that are not green.

Free Memories

Little by little

Small bits raped by time

Over and over until…

23 suits me like 80 as

I lose.

Why just yesterday,

I could not remember his dog's name

Or the way he phrased things.

For a moment in time,

There was no more

Slithering, sinister, sense of

whatever he was.

One day I will forget his

Face and no longer cringe

When looking upon a fellow

Not unlike himself.

Shaquana Adams is a graduate of Francis Marion University. She has been published in several literary magazines and journals such as The Snow Island Review, The Bicycle Review, Napalm and Novocain, Twenty Something Press, and The World of Myth. Outside of poetry,  she enjoys yoga, crocheting, and reading novels in her spare time.