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
Poetry / all
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
Strange Fruit is falling/Its skin, bruised from years of neglect
Its soul weary of the fight/Its soul, beaten down for standing strong in its convictions
Its blood paints the ground for loving its brother... Read on
