I don’t write spoken word
Or personal narratives
I write poems that are molded from my thoughts about living in an unjust world
I’m in a private area...
If I am here, and you are there, it is not enough to be me. It is not enough for you to be you. Can we be us.
I...
I felt a change in the air.
Anytime I woke up with a twist in my stomach, a change was definitely coming. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But definitely soon.
Would the birds come flying at great speeds today as...
When you go to the High Museum’s website and travel to the current exhibitions page, the first piece of art you see is “Four Years out of a Death Row Sentence” by Amy Elkins. When the “Creative Approaches to...
“Isabella Marin.”
The auditorium became quiet, and the chamber in my chest began to tighten. The tension - only I felt it, but it was there nonetheless. Samantha probably felt it, too. She was my best friend and knew exactly...
"We are now witnessing what movies futurized about for centuries: human beings with telepathy."
I lay on my mommy's arm as she watches the news.
"Everyone was always able to do it on a small-scale, of course. Like when you thought...
“Ach!” I shouted at myself as I combed through my hair filled of nappy curls. My hair an impossibility, I threw the comb at the bathroom mirror.
“Positive thoughts, Iyana, positive thoughts. What am I doing this for anyway? It's...
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