Category: Poems

1. The beginning. A little Black girl sits at her desk. A pencil in hand, books stacked aside her. The pencil races across the lined page, unable to keep up with the story inside her. Music blasts outside of her mind, building four walls for her to belong. Creation, a silly thing that entertains her.…

Written for a Black Excellence Banquet at Agnes Scott College. I’d like to apologize in advance for the words I’m about to say.  You probably didn’t expect to get read today as if you booked an appointment with your therapist, but I must persist.  I have identified a problem.  And it’s a problem I know…

Written for an event memorializing Martin Luther King Jr. and Coretta Scott King. I have come to realize that hate  doesn’t always look like burning crosses and  murderous eyes, but also the cries of  those whose plights have caged them behind telephone screens or even their own eyes where they despise hearts that beat as …