Nancy A. Ruffin Poems

My grandmother's hands
have massaged tired limbs
and weary hearts
they have cleaned homes,
...

This want of knowing is greater
than the need of oxygen in my lungs
For,
to be alive and not know who you are or where you're from
...

Reflections of a life spent crouching corners,
dingy couches in smoky lounges
Searching for the next willing participant to play this game
To implant my seeds with no real regard to consequence
...