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.
The way rhythms and good vibes coincide through the bass in your headphones is all for you./
Guitar riffs and lyricists, sneakers and ballet
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
All I know is that last weekend I was pulled over/
For walking too fast down the sidewalk.
“Where you going, black Muslim
I am girl/and girl does not mean/“Sexualize me”/“Pry me apart”/“Look me up and down.”
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
White child, are you afraid of me? With skin black and teeth gleaming/I pray that you outgrow your fear of the dark/It is best for
You are an artist, a scientist, a visionary/All of this just happens to come in many shades and colors.
Racism is complicated. This poem is dedicated to those convoluted, often invisible social constructs that hinder black liberation.
I’ll start a revolution, make my own brand./ I’m blocking out all the white noise;/ but your eyes are like a black hole, I just
and a movie./ This isn’t the kind of town that people/ pass through for more than business or family matters.
— for whatever reason. Maybe they misplaced something on the/ kitchen counter/ or forgot to leave something there.
