Tag Archives: The Struggle

To My Momma To my momma, who has swallowed the amerikan dream and choked on it. * To my momma, whose dreams have fought each other– and died. * Who sees, but cannot bear to see. A volcano eating its … Continue reading

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Disjointed.

I’m sitting here looking at the grooves in your skin thinking ‘we have the same blood coursing through our veins.’ Looking as the weight of your words slowly crack the surface of my deepest cognizance thinking ‘we have the same … Continue reading

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Stop & Feel.

Tension. As I lay dying blood oozing from my veins, there’s a fleeting sense of peace I’m finally done with fighting for my freedom to be free. As I begin to feel myself against the cool cement I can’t stop … Continue reading

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Leap Day, Leap Year, Leaping, and Poetry.

Perhaps Leap Day is not all it’s meant to be. Black History Month sure has left me weak (but that is another post for another day). I started today needing some inspiration, I started today wanting to be free. However, … Continue reading

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When Non-Violence Seems Inadequate

Yesterday was Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday! We as a nation have set aside a day every year to reflect and celebrate his life and loving rage, which usually ends up being a three day weekend full of everything but! … Continue reading

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Holidazed: Part 1

When every day you mourn more death and violence against your compatriots, it is tough to put on that coating of numbness to get you through this holiday season of happiness and joy. Well, this post is not one that … Continue reading

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Navigating Through Still Waters

As citizens of the U.S., we are made to feel that our non-action in the face of violent death abroad is somehow protecting us. We are made to believe that valuation of life outside of whiteness abroad is not valuable. … Continue reading

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