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…”

On My Block [A street requiem]

This past weekend, I visited Ferguson, MO along with the #BlackLivesMatter group and returned to Atlanta with a lump in my throat but empowerment in my heart. I was speechless…but I could write. And I’m sure this is unfinished, but after seeing the exact location where Mike Brown was gunned down on a neighborhood streetContinue reading “On My Block [A street requiem]”

Asphyxiation (Our Lives Matter)

I can’t breathe. In an open space with air all around Yet, I can’t breathe. Can’t inhale or exhale – Unless they give permission. To kill me. Choke holds and Cold-blooded murder. Bang. Bang. Bang. Because I was suspect. For my Black, my Brown skin. For seeking help. For minding my own business. In thisContinue reading “Asphyxiation (Our Lives Matter)”

Small Town, Big Heartaches: Remembering Our Loved Ones…

Sometimes you wanna go…where everybody knows your name… And sometimes you want to forget all the beautiful memories rooted in youthful naiveté that shielded you from the real world. I was raised in a small town in Alabama and anyone who knows me understands my passion for small towns, community, and all (complicated) things southern.Continue reading “Small Town, Big Heartaches: Remembering Our Loved Ones…”