This is why…. “We know this place…,” This scene is all too familiar; All too freshly sketched on the canvas of our memory. We can no longer boast of progression When we’ve only suffered from the repression of our history,…
I stay woke Like for real It’s 3am And I can’t sleep Because I feel my son Kicking and swirling Flipping and shifting Readying himself for this world And, fear has me wondering If it’d be easier for him If…
Living abroad automatically enrolls me in an online course of “Race Relations in America in the Presumed Post-Racial Era.” It affords me the invaluable opportunity to see America, my home, from the outside of the bubble. It’s beauty and flaws…