This author’s poem was inspired by two individuals sharing mutual love for each other and explores how profound the love between them is.
A broken system, a system that only works for a few Only the privileged, the wealthy, the six figure revenue Schools underfunding when our scores
i felt the sparks like waves washing against my core white and black checkerboard covering every wall and i saw dying stars inside of your
lavender puddles of terror originated between your fingers afraid it scuttles into corners on all fours it hides it stalks it shrieks it silences the
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
We stood together, overlooking the water Trusting you I jumped in with both feet Unafraid to be sucked in by the whirlpool that was your
the most revolutionary act i’ve ever committed was love for myself in a world that has destroyed black girls like me for eons, the best
the dimmed sun awakened me as if i was woken by a storm to see the complexity of the vivid oranges and the blues as
“An Ode to the Mailman” I’m excited to report, a new quarantine sport, the mailman and his transport. Wait until he or she comes around,
History will remember this horrific year Full of agony and pain Pearl like tears streaming down faces Yet, like Avoxes, we can’t complain. Does the
I am from a busy place that I’ve never lived in a city that never sleeps I am from a village with one of the
When I wear a mask, You may be surprised, To hear I’m like a spy in disguise. No longer petrified Of what they might see
