We are all a little racist. It is not just a matter of black and white Or colors that do not blend in with the night It is the monster that hides away in our brains Driving our ingrained judgement insane. We are all a little racist. There is no predator there is no prey… Read on
Poetry / all
I walked out of the Hyatt Regency where the GA Democrats held their election night party with my head in my hands and tears welling in my eyes. I was defeated. I called an Uber to bring me home, and removed each of the buttons and pins and stickers from my jacket, just in case my driver was for the other candidate. Read on
What will happen to me in this world?
'Merica, a mistake in the making.
Gentrifying neighborhoods.
Planting drugs in my community.
Whatever happened to our "equal opportunity"? Read on
The rituals we follow before November eighth
Empty the car and flood into the voter booth,
Me, and my mother, and my baby brother to boot. Read on
I am not well.
The kingdom is balancing on the edge of the cliff
Of the rift
Provided by a madman and a hypocrite Read on
i want a home without death without fear //
the house i live in struggles with welcoming me //
it doesn’t accept my skin just because it is riddled in naps & honey // Read on