by Janice “Sunshine” Harris
Words are taken for granted
Thrown into the atmosphere
Annunciation is cast-off
Without a care of who can hear
To articulate a joke at the right time
Without an awkward pause
How I long to express my emotions for you
At the time when they are actually true
A funny idea, insightful observation or a, fleeting fantasy
They all want to shine while they’re still fresh in my mind
But all of my friends call me Sunshine
When I was 8 years old I nearly drowned at a family reunion resulting in not being able to walk or talk. I use a phone to communicate and a power wheelchair to get around.
When the world isn’t shutdown I enjoy exploring Chicago going to concerts, museums and plays.
I’m now 39 years old and I am a graphic designer and a personal assistant to K-Love the Poet who is voicing my poem called Communication. I wrote this to poem express my frustration about not being able to talk.