For my brother My father, uncle, cousin, and unborn son For every one of you smited by the hand of hate For you, black king I am sorry You are loved and necessary For without you, who will teach our black babies to be warriors? Who will stand up to that responsibility? Your life DOES … Continue reading Solace
My mother always told me that words don’t mean shit But I’m a writer so doesn’t that change a bit? I make people feel I make your senses run wild and free like…what white privilege must be… Like I take you back to emotions you forgot you had And to memories you didn’t even have … Continue reading What is in a word?