Naudia Williams


Here in these poems, I rediscover a girl who had been lost by the boxes she put herself into. In that same breath, I am also here mourning her for the last time. I use these poems to illustrate where I’ve been and where I am now. I have reworked unpublished pieces from my youth and included new pieces of who I am now. I’ve done so because while being at the ripe age of 25 I realized I lost so many things that made me, me. So here I try to find her again in desperation to see where it all went missing. These poems seek to help me know myself. I realized that through doing this work I as a writer became consumed by what my readers wanted to hear in my youth and now I have become consumed by trying to tone down the loud young girl I was when I began writing. 

Fragments: a series of poetic vignettes

Naudia Williams

Here we journey through relationships with self, friends, family, lovers, and all those in between. I haven’t experienced all of life but I felt like these were necessary steps for me to take to feel complete again. In my misguided youth I became so shuffled by life I hadn’t realized that comfort could become my prison. Most don’t understand that the walls or boxes we create so that we can appease people can force you into a person you don’t even recognize. I wanted to please my mother and beat the generational curse of being a young mother. She had already done so by having me at 28. To please my father who was a man who rarely, if ever said I love you. To show my brother that despite the piss-colored hallways and sleepless nights we can overcome anything.


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Naudia Williams

Naudia Williams



Naudia Joyce Williams is from the South Side of Chicago by way of Englewood. Her work has been featured in The End of Chiraq, and the Fall’17, Spring’18, and Fall’18 editions of Euphemism. Naudia was awarded America’s best college poet in the year 2020, she is also awarded 3rd nationally in the NAACP’s ACT-SO competition for poetry performance for the year 2016. She is the oldest of her mother’s 2 children. The first in her family to be a published poet.

 At one point I was everything to everyone and nothing for myself. I not only didn’t recognize the girl I saw in the mirror but I hated her. She was engulfed by her repressed feelings and consistent emptiness. So here in these poems, I found healing. I hope those who read them can find healing in these poems as well. Here are my fragments in poetic form. They are for all who can and will receive them but specifically Black women with daddy issues. For Black women who have people pleased. For Black women who have given so much of themselves to the world and receive nothing in return. Black women who boldly love even if they aren’t loved back properly. These poems are for Black women who have yet to learn to give the love they give back to themselves.

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