Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Have you ever seen time fly? Watch it slip through your fingers like a cloud passing by… Too slow to notice it leaving, Too fast to make it stop All we’ve known is to destroy like it’s breathing. The pitter patter of raindrops Match the sounds of clocks Counting down. Tick.…… Continue reading Reimagine. Recreate. Restore. (Final Version)
Denial is the first stage of grief, but what are you grieving?Maybe the fact that our clean air is leaving,Our lungs constantly receiving the grey,Ourselves slowly receding into the black. Our blue waters we pretended to love,Suffocated with plastic we disposed of.Red turns the dove who flies awayWith no turning back. Back into time when…… Continue reading On Climate Denial (V2 Climate Speaks)
Fellow citizens of America.. Scratch that—let’s be frank here for a moment. I just said that to make you feel as though we’re on the same level, but c’mon now! I’m the president, you’re the citizen, let’s get that straight. I’m so humbled and grateful for this position. Really, wow. Thanks for voting me in…… Continue reading state of the union
It was warm, but not too warm; the perfect temperature to only wear a sweater. I was nine years old; the second youngest out of my sisters. There’s Annette, Pat, me, then Charlene, but Charlene is nine years younger than me so she didn’t go to school with us. We were the only black students…… Continue reading my mother’s story
America — where the streets are literally pavedwith golden mac and cheese from my Grandma’s kitchen.where opportunities grow like apples on trees,just waiting for you to reach up and pick them off,and when you finally do, you take a bite and plant your own.where the songs of each country come togetherto form a new melody…… Continue reading rose
Black Lives Matter sign held by white folk.
Kim nods. Laura takes a picture.
We look around…. (continued)
Blackness is sunshine.
Making skin glow.
The sun is melanin.
Melanin is gold,
Denial is the first stage of grief, but what are you grieving?
Maybe the fact that our clean air is leaving,
Our lungs constantly receiving the grey,
Ourselves slowly receding into the black.
Our blue waters we pretended to love… (continued)