poetry by Zerayn D.

  • Generational Healing: Breaking the Cycle of Pain and Anger with love

    I wish I had known earlier that a child should not suffer from the brokenness of their parents. Intergenerational trauma, where the hardships experienced by previous generations are transferred to their offspring, is a saddening reality that has far-reaching effects… Continue reading

    Generational Healing: Breaking the Cycle of Pain and Anger with love
  • Food Parade to Health

    In the beginning of time, I loved sweet delights,and frozen treats for my sightdancing gummies in my mouthcolorful array of  liquids I’ll sip,a carbonated parade in my griptotally bottomless, a sugar trip But time has spokenSuch elements compromise my health… Continue reading

    Food Parade to Health
  • Release: Climbing Above the Past

    time has flee,ruins are all I can see,reminders of anguish and tearsthe memory no longer steersthe past has been put to bedin all certainly buried my feet on the ground,renavigating this land,a bush once lush, now withering,roses of the past,… Continue reading

    Release: Climbing Above the Past
  • Raindrops, Green Leaves, and Sparkling Crystals

    Heard, the rain came,Sounds of pitter-patter frameNot on the roof, but on the trees.The leaves danced and swayed at ease Raindrops tickling their every side,drizzling their waxy surface besideDroplets settled, but slid awaySome shining crystals left to stay,Mirroring the garden’s… Continue reading

    Raindrops, Green Leaves, and Sparkling Crystals
  • Calm Reflection by Sunset

    Sunset’s golden lightCasts calm upon my soulBreathe deep, find restWith my best, I smiled todayWork paused, better side awaits. Sunset’s orange glowCalms my soul, peace fills my heartTake a deep breathI smile at my best effortsWork on hold, better self… Continue reading

    Calm Reflection by Sunset
  • To the Sword of my Tongue, an apostrophe

    how majestic are you,dearly loved black pencilwith this dark dust I scribethe deep desires that arisefrom the fountain of mine life it is with your very strokethat gets my silence brokeand your countless bendsthere, my stillness ends oh dear black… Continue reading

    To the Sword of my Tongue, an apostrophe
  • We are The Tribe

    Hey there! This poem is a little shout-out to my colleagues who are starting a new chapter in their teaching journey. While they might not be with the same group of folks they’ve become really comfortable with, I hope they’ll… Continue reading

    We are The Tribe