The media continues to perpetuate the ideas of a white man being deeply troubled instead of stating this was an act of terrorism rooted in
It’s not the college I remember touring, But that’s what life is, hardly boring. I’ve learned how to change, In a world so strange.
Blinded By Devotion The nagging calls my name, in my mind the twisted voice grows louder, I’m forced to answer. I fell prey to it’s
I arrived on this campus, Eager to learn, a blank canvas. I hoped we would last at least a week, The future unknown, looking bleak.
I ponder the changes that have flooded my world – and all of our world – since last February, and wonder if I’ll be ready
Jump out of the shower Grab an outfit Face the mirror then start No fighting No strong opinions No thoughts No me Silence Keep quiet
I have many enemies One happens to be the inner me I question the excellency of this Black energy True, I am great, as are
Black Women are often among the most unprotected group of women on the planet. I took Breonna Taylor’s death so close to heart as if
Jennie Matos, 14, chronicles her journey as a black girl attending a PWI. “I can go to their school but will never be a part
Look at their eyes They’re staring back at you On the verge of tears Afraid their blood will smear, the cement Black, more than a
When I was in middle school, my mother would let me buy snacks while she filled her gas tank. One day, we stopped by a
VOX ATL’s Christina Norris delivers a poem that captures the current mental state of some of her peers.
