At war
With the world it seems
This melanin in my skin
Makes some believe it is a sin
That I live
And if not me, those I would reproduce
My family, my kin
Doesn’t matter if you got a little or a lot
This melanin might still get you shot
And it grieves my soul
Because like the majority of this country,
The “American Dream” is my goal
I acquired thousands in debt
To have confederate flags plastered on my dorm walls
That melanin on me
Always causing trouble…
You know, it gets me followed
A threat
Paired with this tightly coiled hair
And then I speak
And my choice of words and education defy the melanin in my skin
They comment “You’re so articulate!”
Is that to my benefit?
After, I slip into
African American vernacular
But it’s this melanin the world is after
It adopts, appropriates, and chops
And when it’s convenient,
It drops it – stops this melanin cold
Blood cries out from the earth
Melanin was the case that they gave me.

– Tiffany Michele Gibbs


The Hole: Book 4


It’s been awhile since we’ve updated! On a personal note, we recently moved into a new home and we’ve been getting settled in! We’ve also been writing!

The Hole Books 2&3 are available, as well as Book 4, which made its debut on March 16!



An Outsider Looks At Mourning


An Outsider Looks at Mourning

Tiffany Michele Gibbs©

My heart aches


A body

Once full of life

Now a shadow of once was.

For me, it ends.

For one who mourns,

It is

A missing place at the table

A void where there was a hand to hold

Lips to kiss

Arms to grab

Shared laughs gone silent

And the searing echo of memories

His place in the bed

Sheets you refuse to change because

It smells like he is still there.

It is

A reminder in the face of children

In the ears that point slightly

In eyes the color of the ocean

In legs that slightly bow

Crooked grin

Cleft chin

It is

The inspiration to still live

With a piece of the heart missing

Still beating

Maybe not as quick

A prayer for strength in weakness

The acknowledgment of anguish

A new pain of healing

The excitement of feeling

When for so long a part had gone numb

It hurts

But he is here

She is here

We live.