You are an artist, a scientist, a visionary/All of this just happens to come in many shades and colors. Read on
Poetry / all
Events like this remind everyone that teens do a have a voice — a loud and creative one at that. Read on
In today’s society, I feel like I should hate my race. / I should flat out bleach my skin white, turn my hair blonde, get blue contacts and change my name to Amy. Read on
Preferences: Mirror, mirror on the wall/Who is the ugliest of them all? ... What to say/to a little black child/When she asks/why has God made me this way? Read on
I have no clue why she would be dressed up this nicely at a train station but that is non of my business/ The point is that I wanted to complement her/ But being that most of my friends are women/I've heard enough creeper horror stories to know that if I didn't approach her correctly/
I could go down in her own history book as another creepy ass guy on the train trying to holler/So I didn't/I still don't Read on
Racism is complicated. This poem is dedicated to those convoluted, often invisible social constructs that hinder black liberation. Read on
