Original Poem: Remember by Valencia Saint-Louis

Remember by Valencia Saint-Louis (inspired by Joy Harjo’s “Remember”)


Remember to feel.

And then, to let go.

Remember your presence,

the space you are meant to take up.

Remember to fill your cup,

to make your plate

Remember that you are a goddess

that deserves to eat.


Remember yourself in the company of others.

Remember your books, your crystals, your journals

your breath, and your power.


You are…

complete and abundant.


Remember your love languages

and what makes you laugh;

give to yourself and receive openly.

Remember that you are your only problem,

and your only solution.

There’s nowhere else to look.


Remember to take.


Remember, curious child, to share what you think

Remember to dance and cry when you want to

Remember the fresh feeling of night

showers that smell like African Black Soap,

the smooth Shea Butter over your cheeks,

and how magical coconut oil is.

Remember how good your touch feels,

and how amazing your body is

Remember to listen to yourself.

Remember to speak.

Remember you.



Original Poem: Flow by Valencia Saint-Louis

Flow by Valencia Saint-Louis
I am the eye of the hurricane,
the eye of wisdom,
the one who sees you eye to eye
and doesn’t believe in an eye for an eye.

I enjoy flowing like waves
And growing like waves
And dropping like rain
And washing down pain

Sprinkles of love
I drizzle above
sleeping tsunamis.

Mellow watermelon,
pretty peaches
Zen is my favorite season

I like being a full moon.
The aura
of a spring afternoon.

Original Poem: We’re Just Talking by Valencia Saint-Louis

We’re Just Talking by Valencia Saint-Louis


Tripping, not falling

Skipping, but stalling

Kissing, not calling

After all, we’re just talking


But there’s this hypnosis

Some oils and potions

That fill me with emotion

(And) lead to the road of devotion


Our bodies say what our mouths swallow

I drink up your gaze but still feel hollow

Walking contradiction, I hope you follow

Today’s just lips, but what brings tomorrow


Feelings chase me, and I chase the feeling

Of having a love that feels like dreaming

That makes being tied down feel so freeing

That nourishes me in all of my being


I pause and play at the same time

I stop and go at the same sign

Dancing over the same line

Singing again, the same rhyme


Tripping, not falling

Skipping, but stalling

Kissing, not calling

After all… we’re just talking


Original Poem: Lost by Valencia Saint-Louis

Lost by Valencia Saint-Louis

Mixed, muddy future as Mother Earth melts

Dirt becomes dirty by man’s touch

Who will pull the trigger first?

Those looking to protect

or defend

a system

or a God?


I am looking for humanity.

Can you help me find her?

Is she among the rubbish?

Is she between the divisions

we make between ourselves?

Does she care for the children

who are no longer cared for?


News is not news anymore.

Shut it off.


I’m looking for empathy

Is she paddling the waters

of the Earth

Soaked searching for refuge

Perhaps she is grieving

Wondering why we’ve lost her

Perhaps she is in labor

Giving birth to the movements

We need to find her.


I’m looking for humanity

in the cracks

of our foundation,

in the cries

of the living,

and the warnings

of the dead.

Perhaps she is at war.

Is she captured by greed?


I’m looking for humanity.