He came to me like a poemSudden and freshThoughts of him rest at the tip of my tongue My words willing to dive into his chest at the risk of never being returnedHis melanin coloring my pagesHis roots deep and protectedMy verses must carry some weightSweet enough to be swallowed wholeAndReal enough to be remembered … Continue reading Reverence
Tag: BlackLivesMatter
Memoirs
Still
Those arms are reaching north
Wakanda Forever
...I'd rather die with my ancestors in the ocean because they knew death was better than bondage...
---Killmonger
We Know
We know your thinking holds consequences and it tries to bury our truths but our truths are seeds and will always bear fruit.
The Case For Reparations: My Thoughts
Blacks are still looked at as profits in some cases and not people.
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