Slave, I Am

Abuse doesn’t always come with a belt

Sometimes it comes with the swelling

Of a heart next to another

Believing to be found, it surrenders

Limitations and cautions into the wind

Then the pain comes, the welts unbearable

“We should talk more” but it never comes

The lies are cancers building inside of bones

Tragedy is an infestation, you are its home

After millennia of roaming

it finds a shallow grave

To awkward renditions of love you are

Primordial slave

Only the poison darts of voluntary withdrawal

Can cure this mighty plague

Yet who can summon the strength

And end their days



Why do I let the ocean divide us. The tide of stars, the crest of the moon sailing over me. They are beauty, but they keep me away from you. I never learned to swim, because I was too afraid of what I might swallow. Wind and waves toss and turn unexpectedly. Skull and crossbones tell me too many have already tried and failed reaching you. What makes me any different? What might keep me from the same watery grave? Push me in, and I might not ever come out. Not because I love it, but because I need it. I need to know what it’s like to drown, what it like to be on the edge of death, yet never cross over. That’s what you deserve. A man who can be killed and never die. Through the trenches, across the corpse laden valleys, and deep within the tripwires of night. I go where they say no one comes back. I come back to where they say none can go.

I Know My Worth- Devereaux Frazier

My piece, “I Know My Worth”, published on Whisper and the Roar

Whisper and the Roar

I know my worth
Are you sure about that 
They ask me in the twilight hours
Caressing the vain sense and sensibilities
Of someone already caught in the eye
Storms vast, lighting strikes wide and deadly
The waves toss my hapless soul overboard
And plunge me deep into the abyss of sorrows
But alas, they are not my own
Not mine to keep
Just bitter tales of man and woman
Too deep in love to remain apart
When the fates have aligned they should
Swords run through aghast faces
Spears pluck the youth from their mothers
And leave carcasses piled high to heaven
Are you sure you know your worth 
When everyone around you is bleeding
And everything is choking on the blood
Not of their own, and not of yours
But of their forefathers, and all their mistakes
How blessed can life truly be when pain
Is served for…

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Let’s Collaborate!

Just wanted to say how excited I was to be interviewed by Ericka Arthur last week as part of her #WriterCrushWednesday feature. Taking the time to answer her questions was quite the pleasure.

You can read the full interview here:

Back in February, I teamed up with the Brianna, daughter of the fabulous Michelle Cook, to write “Running to Who from Where” (

Then in March, I joined forces with Christine Ray, Basilike Pappa, Eric Syrdal, Nicholas Gagnier, Megha Sood, Sarah Dougty, Kindra Austin, Michael Erickson, Steven Fuller, and John Leys in a poem after the Parkland Shooting (

They were two of my favorite poems I’ve written this year not only because I felt strongly about my part, but that I got to do my favorite thing with people who enjoy doing the same. Writing can be seen sometimes as lonesome, but that’s only if it make it so. This past year, I’ve been expanding my writing content and trying new things. One of the these is collaborations. I’ve only done a couple, but I’m really purposing to do more. A lot more. I feel like I make stronger statements, and connect better with writers and purposes I care about.

So, this is pretty much me saying “If you want to collab with me, here’s your chance!” I’m open to writing about any sort of topic, and if you choose to collaborate I’ll post it on both of my blogs and all social media.

Don’t everybody reply at once 😂😂😂😂😂

Versatile Blogger Award: Thanks Christine!

I was nominated for this award by Christine Ray over at Christine provides the internet with some of the most elegant and vibrant poetry I’ve ever read, and I encourage you to check out her work.

The rules for this blog require you to name seven interesting facts about yourself and then pass it along to fifteen of your favorite bloggers.

1. I have over a thousand pages of poems by Emily Dickinson that I’ve collected over the last few years

2. I eat mangoes and kiwi whole. Skin and all.

3. Due to my sensitivities, I got rid of all but one hoodie and practically every sweater I’ve ever owned. The fabric is extremely itchy and the cause of too many panic attacks.

4. I got lost in California once, and it nearly led to the police putting out a search party. (Highly embarrassing)

5. The next bike I get on will be the first.

6. I don’t know why, but I’ve always preferred reading the poetry of a woman. (Female poets>Male poets, IMO)

7. I see in my comments people say “Dev”, but that’s technically not my nickname. It’s actually DR, as my name is spelled DeveReaux. But…people normally struggle with it, and since I don’t say “oh yeah, the R is capitalized” it kinda gets forgotten. That, and I never actually capitalize the R 🤷🏾‍♂️

And for the nominees…I hate doing this, because I hate picking 15 people out of thousands. That, and I’m not sure who does and doesn’t do awards. So, if you’re reading this and feel like participating, be my guest.

Thanks again, Christine. You’re a light to us all.