black girls.

those loud black girls those loud black girls. aggressive, confrontational loud, black girls. depicted by white-washed sensationalized narratives that project anger onto those loud black girls who, we’re told, need to be tamed. a perceived threat even when our mouths are closed and our hands are at ease. no neck rolling, no lips moving andContinue reading “black girls.”

Untitled…

Dylann Storm Roof   Say his name With responsible acceptance. Claim him As a soldier of white supremacy. With no attempts To demystify Blatant anger, Inherent disdain For black folks. Dehumanize him as if he were Walking his neighborhood streets Asking for help Making eye contact with an officer Or daring to swim. Dehumanize him.Continue reading “Untitled…”

until we free

cries for peace and calm abound when black and brown faces rage. reactions to a fruitful harvest of seeds painful indignation planted by privilege and supremacy watered by death’s grasp and nurtured, agitated with televised taunting of not giving a fuck whether we breathe. and among the masses of bodies strewn together, relentlessly planted inContinue reading “until we free”

For Bobbi Kristina…

On Saturday, January 31, 2015, Bobbi Kristina Brown, the 21-year-old daughter of Bobby Brown and the late Whitney Houston, was found unresponsive, facedown in her bathtub. As Bobbi Kristina was being rushed to the hospital, professional and social media and the blogs were reporting her detriment. The eerily similar way in which her mother wasContinue reading “For Bobbi Kristina…”

Futuristic Black Love – on 3000

Futuristic Black love on 3000 Because 2,999 won’t do You, me and Badu Space traveling through galaxies Building our families Resisting normative boundaries of social expectations Highest love levitating and creating Bodies and ciphers and Intergalactic escapes to lands That celebrate Futuristic Black love on 3000 We’re on that new shyt Black love on 3000Continue reading “Futuristic Black Love – on 3000”

Notes on Father’s (and Mother’s) Day…

I must admit, I always have to check the calendar to know when Father’s Day is approaching. It’s one of those holidays that I never spent much time celebrating. As a child, I looked forward to Mother’s Day. In school, we’d always create some artsy, awkward gift for our mothers. And Ma would smile likeContinue reading “Notes on Father’s (and Mother’s) Day…”

Dear Ebony: Let’s Celebrate Black LGBTQ Love, Too…

I spent a portion of the Martin Luther King, Jr. holiday randomly thumbing through books and magazines at Barnes and Noble. In the book section, I photographed the covers of several books to add to my ever-increasing ‘to read’ list. I moved to the magazine section and my eyes were drawn to Ebony magazine’s FebruaryContinue reading “Dear Ebony: Let’s Celebrate Black LGBTQ Love, Too…”

The Mic Is Open. And I’m On It: Brother, Can We Talk?

And just like that, 2014 is here. With it, I – like many others – have made the promise to be better, do better, live better. With this promise come all kinds of lofty goals and plans – and fear. Fear that I won’t be better. Fear that I won’t live my truth. Fear thatContinue reading “The Mic Is Open. And I’m On It: Brother, Can We Talk?”