#034 Egypt English, 2020

In the Trenches

We been watching from the cut, moving in the dark, slipping through the cracks, sneaking up on you like Winter right after Summer in September, now it is our time. The skies look black and lights are dim, but we have night vision that pierces through time like cosmic threads through the eyes of our needles. Witness me, us stitch masterpieces out of the rags discarded from the rich's waste. Watch as I transmute these bricks and sticks, pains and tears from the ruins of our tragedies into gold, silver and celestial bodies that rise from the voids in space and time and matter like mountains emerging from ocean trenches.

written by Egypt English, 2020.

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#033 Egypt English, 2021

Sister, wife, mother, poet, and creator Egypt English captivates readers with her ability to intimately dance with words that come from a place of raw emotion. Her poetry addresses themes ranging from self-empowerment, natural cosmological order, and religious, spiritual, and socio-political allusions. This queen was raised in Ringgold, Virginia, and later studied creative writing and theatre at Frostburg State University where she met her husband, King Frank May.

She writes on her blog, From Wrong to Write:

"Over the years I have found myself on a unique path to self-love, truth, peace, freedom, and justice...It is my desire that through my writing you will find your way to your own rising."

Egypt English is a refreshing reminder of WRITE SIS's mission to inspire behavioral change through WRITING. It is an honor to share your works sis!

Among other incredible productions, she has a beautifully arranged spoken word album streaming on all major music platforms: (click this link) Opening Ceremony Vol. 1: The Birth of Egypt English

Follow her on social media, (@leideenglish) & let her words carry you...

Misnomer

I washed up nearly frozen from a warm tide

onto a desolate shore, white banners blowing about the masts of sunken shipwrecks 

I only see red, and no man strong enough to lift me. My legs are weak, heavy, not stable enough to carry me. So I wait for him, like the weight of icebergs drifting patiently toward an uncertain melting point beneath a darkening sea of constellations. 

It is in the grains of sand I see my reflection, a consortium of stardust and molecular compositions that morphe without hands to mold them. In their folding I see myself sufficient—

lifted— 

high above the glistening crystals. 

And so I begin to rise,

unsteady, but sure, and from afar I spy him. As if he is crossing a bridge of waves, he moors ships in the distance summoning me to stand tall like flags mounted on top of conquered nations. 

You see, many have called me confusing weather, but I do not know this name like I know these winds. I know the rains, as I know this earth, like I know those flames that propelled me far above those higher glistening plains to stand atop mountains no man can claim.

written by Egypt English, 2021