Got my hands up while you got a bulletproof vest./From the way you were shooting, I'd think I'd had an X on my chest.
America the free, land of the brave./Built up and carried by the legions of slaves. Read on
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The way rhythms and good vibes coincide through the bass in your headphones is all for you./
Guitar riffs and lyricists, sneakers and ballet slippers. How great — it’s all up to you. Read on
This year we have been challenged by acts of hatred and revenge. As a country, we have yet to see the beauty in our diversity nor recognize the sacrifices we have made to get to where we are now. As an African-American female, I am a minority within a minority. Read on
All I know is that last weekend I was pulled over/
For walking too fast down the sidewalk.
“Where you going, black Muslim girl?/Ain’t nothing here for you.” Read on
I am girl/and girl does not mean/“Sexualize me”/“Pry me apart”/“Look me up and down.” Read on
Lacquered acrylics fix beneath silk/Constricting around cranium/
Sustaining the days’ style, for the morning/I lay my head upon my pillow
Resting my eyes/And putting to sleep all of my worries that lay beneath my hair. Read on