Prose

Day 289: Why Brown Lives Should Care

Let's forget the fact that these lives lost were people, with dreams and families. Imagining future stories to be created and recollecting tales from the past. Let's pretend that these people didn't just step outside to see, and to feel the air of freedom on their onyx skin. Understanding the gift that freedom is, and the ability to share their wonder with others. Let's argue… Continue reading Day 289: Why Brown Lives Should Care

Free verse, Poem

Day 68: The Women

On this sacred day, I give thanks For the many women Who have made me strong And the many women Who continue to inspire me To be more than I can imagine. My mother who bore me, Nine months of pain, To birth a child, Who needed special care. She did not stumble, In her… Continue reading Day 68: The Women