Freedom

I have a bad habit of saying things, putting them out there then taking them back. Not because I don’t mean them anymore, I always mean what I say; but because the reception was lukewarm. Have you ever eaten warm Read more…

Dear Black Man

No words are enough to describe how powerful you are, black man. I cried writing this, because mine are inadequate. What can I do, to stop their fear of you from taking you from us? They see your power, innate and beautiful and they panic. Black man, you are everything. I love you.