This is a very special poem to me. I talk about being Black in my poetry, but often it isn’t […]

This is a very special poem to me. I talk about being Black in my poetry, but often it isn’t […]
*I wrote this poem when I was 17, I’m now 33* Surrounded and speculated as a speck to be […]
Don’t run Don’t walk Don’t raise your hands Don’t reach for your wallet Don’t be educated Don’t be ignorant Don’t […]
For those who died in their closets And became the skeletons haunting lovers. Those who cant live without the thought […]