By Sumayyah Talibah
of course i think of summertime when i reminisce about the time long ago before i lost my innocence when we double-dutched barefoot or in cheap canvas shoes on hot concrete in the city streets waiting for the ice cream truck to roll by when our cornrows were done on front porches under the elders' watchful gazes and community was a word with weight once upon a time we were young and restless and bold and beautiful and thought this world belonged to us and we could do no wrong once upon a dream we escaped the nightmares and silent screams that the sound of sirens cause because we know another one has been lost it is always dusk in my memories when our names got called and the streetlights flickered on and we made plans to not have plans and parked our bikes on kickstands in the yard while our mothers and aunties complained about how we smelled like outside even though we bathed with someone's water hose and dried our skin under the summer sun
Sumayyah Talibah lives in Michigan with 1 husband, 2 children, 2 cats, and hundreds of books. She cobbles together a living with poems and beads at SumayyahSaidSo. With poems appearing in Liberated Muse Volume 1: How I Freed My Soul, Liberated Muse Volume 2: Betrayal Wears a Pretty Face, Dear Sister: Letters From Survivors of Sexual Violence, Revolutionary Mothering: Love on the Front Lines, self-published zines, short stories, poetry collections, and a novel-in-progress under her belt, Sumayyah Talibah is finally making strides toward becoming a household name. She has also been known to make jewelry, write book reviews, and be the Avon lady. She can also be found on Twitter and Instagram.
Photo is of the poet as a young child.