/by Crystallee Crain/

I must be translucent,

Shapeless and without form.

Perhaps when you heard my name it sounded like air,

Air that is yours to bend.

Make or recreate.

Is that why.

Eyes opened and I knew I didn’t have enough time.

Each upper…



Souls line the dollar bill.

Beneath the pyramid with chisel and stones

Be will.

Above the brow of Jefferson

And in the corners of the Verde triangle, we wait.

We watch,

And we sit,

while they kill our babies,

some of them yet to be born.

We heard…

Crystallee Crain

Crystallee Crain

Academic. Activist. Writer. Explorer. Scholar. Lover. Friend. Free. Funky. Persistent. Kind. Clear. Unapologetic. @crystalleecrain www.crystalleecrain.org