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”

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]”