This is a new poem… second draft. Being I stand, admiring the edge of clouds along the sky but I can’t connect to their certainty of being, and action. I’m floating like an air molecule, “invisible to the naked eye,” but I’m here. Fluid like ocean water and swimming amongst many. I’m strangely relevant, …
This is another old poem I wrote in college… undergrad maybe. I think it’s strange how I wait years and years to share things I’ve written. Do you other writers do that? Anyways here it is South Beach Lavender moonlight nudges sun rays creeping behind the horizon. But a khaki colored morning sighs, the brown …
Black people who consume mainstream media are bombarded with negative images about themselves. Unless making a proper effort, black people won’t see positive representations of themselves in books, movies, and other media. Everyone, under the right conditions, is susceptible to feeling inferior to others. But Black Americans are particularly vulnerable due to this lack of …
I wrote a lot of poetry in college. My sophomore year (2005) I debated whether or not I should stop relaxing my hair. This poem was written at the very beginning of my transition. This is my favorite poem that I’ve written. My Hair I like to examine the way my hair grows at the roots, …
