
A Stroll Through the Heart of the March
I was supposed to be a fly on the wall
Just an unbiased observer
But when the chants turn gospels
And the

I was supposed to be a fly on the wall
Just an unbiased observer
But when the chants turn gospels
And the

Protesters’ signs shouted what it seemed they could not say enough times. These were the messages they plastered onto cardboard boxes and poster board so

Women of all ages brought their daughters to Saturday’s March for Women and Social Justice in downtown Atlanta to educate and inspire them.

The day had arrived to go back to school
Freezing winds were nippy and cruel
All of a sudden as if a switch

I attended the Atlanta March for Social Justice & Women Saturday with my mother and a few people who go to my mosque. President Trump,

Today I had the pleasure of attending one of the most uplifting events I’ve ever been to in my life. This was the Atlanta March

I like to compare Obama’s presidency with how my mom takes care of me and my siblings. Theoretically, the rest of the nation would be

I curated a Spotify playlist of 30 songs, ranging from “Alone Again” by Gilbert O’Sullivan, to “Tha Crossroads” by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, all to celebrate one

The construction of the Dakota Access Pipeline struck a fiery chord in the hearts of Native Americans across the country.

It all felt so real, yelling with others in the cold, November air, our voices surrounded in small clouds of heat and breath. To

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

Today felt filled with lament and mourning — mourning the loss of all the social progress that has been made for anyone who isn’t a