poetry | Tasha Fierce

I’m tired of being happy for other people / I wanna be happy for myself

by Tasha Fierce | Oct 28, 2022 | musings of a black femme, poetry

I’m tired of being happy for other people I know that makes me selfish Or maybe human It’s not that I don’t want other folks to thrive / I do I love seeing the joy in your faces & celebrating your wins & I want us all to get ours Get what we have worked for so...

when nothing has to give but your back

by Tasha Fierce | Oct 29, 2020 | musings of a black femme, poetry

is this depression? it’s anticipatory grief it’s the loss of a future it’s here-and-now grief it’s a pandemic it’s anger for having seen this coming it’s despair for our chances of surviving it’s regret for all i...

we should be rioting in the streets but instead i’m updating my resume: on business as usual at the end of the world

by Tasha Fierce | Jun 22, 2019 | magical depressive realism, musings of a black femme, poetry

everything from then on out was going through the motions. everything from going to work every day to saving for the future to breathing was a charade performed as defense against the inevitable a tired eye closed to the light of the oncoming train a battered heart...