by Chris Courtney Martin
Nothing I do is right enough.
No hope I hold is bright enough.
No laugh I loose is light enough.
No-one I love is here enough.
No song I sing is clear enough.
No truth I keep is dear enough.
No way I make is door enough.
Nothing I know is sure enough.
No ground I tread is floor enough.
No wish I have is dream enough.
No shouts I roar are scream enough.
No crop I reap yields cream enough.
No acreage is wood enough.
No covering is hood enough.
Nothing I am is good enough.
About the author
Chris Courtney Martin is a Black Non-Binary/Queer writer-producer-psychic originally from Philadelphia, PA. In 2014, they graduated from Drexel University with a degree in Screenwriting and Playwriting, with dual Minors in Film & Video and Art History. Their time in undergrad yielded publication in The Triangle (student newspaper) and the school's annual anthology, The 33rd. Martin's screenwriting credits include "PALE HORSE"-- the upcoming feature directorial debut of Gabourey Sidibe, along with smaller projects starring legendary talent such as Sheryl Lee Ralph and Niecy Nash. With their unproduced screenplays having garnered several accolades, including wins at Urbanworld and Emerging Screenwriters as well as mentions on the Young & Hungry and Bitch Lists, Martin sees a return to poetry and other literature to be the next test of their writing chops. Their hybrid chapbook of poems and essays titled THE BOOK OF I.P. (Idle Poems) is available in paperback on Amazon as of June 16th, 2022.