
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,

This will not be the last time you feel like this.
There will be days your body feels more crumpled mistake than masterpiece.

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

The wooden stairs creak more
My edges grow, leave, and grow again
Nostalgia becomes a person who haunts my daydreams…

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

My skin is darker and my hair is unrulier. But just because my reality isn’t being reblogged on Instagram doesn’t mean it’s not good enough.

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

In many movies set in the Civil Rights era, women of color are the wives and sisters, and they are in the back. But