This poem is for the broken combs and blue magic For pink lotion and just for me texturizers I sat for 5 hours In a hot salon that smelled of… Read on
Poetry / all
I am a human.
I am an independent student, a visionary,
A feminine writer, driven and smart.
Some would say I am “passionate.” I would say I am “outspoken”... Read on
The line to sign up for this poetry slam was filled with more than 20 teens anxious to take the opportunity. I realized teens are not usually allowed a chance like this and that when given this chance, they jump at the privilege. Read on
Over the past 8 years, I have gathered that legends don’t explain themselves.
Over the past 8 years, I have seen black pride spread out amongst the 50 states in waves of melanin love and afro acceptance... Read on
Flowers must first crack through their seeds in order to reach the light, and that takes effort, but it happens naturally as a cycle of life.
I'd say so does our growth. Read on
The sun leaves goodnight kisses like a mother does to her child. The breeze dances across the water’s surface and the waves perform an endless routine that they’ve been practicing for quite a while now. Read on
