They say stay inside of the lines, color inside the lines. What if that's a secret code to keep colored people inside of the "lines" of the system? Systemic racism is coloring. ................................................................. And I have colored inside the lines my whole life. I was taught to in schools, on television shows,… Continue reading Color Outside the Lines
I was trying to kill a fly, then I noticed a cockroach too. Now I am contemplating which to kill, the fly or the cockroach? Can I eradicate both, or will it destroy me trying to do too much? ***Also, remember to subscribe to my blog via email or through… Continue reading Contemplation
I threw away my favorite shirt. And, it kind of hurt. But I couldn't wear it anymore. I couldn't walk around in denial of the red assault stain tattooed near the collar of the shirt. So, I threw my favorite shirt away. Because of a drunk idiot at a concert this summer. The carcass of… Continue reading I Threw Away My Favorite Shirt.
In a world full of crayons, I want to be a marker. Bright, bold, voluptuous, and simply fading away when my time comes. I don't want to be like a crayon-dragged around. my body and identity dismembering around me until nothing remains of me.
Going through a twenty-pound bag of ice in three days. Cooking eggs and steak in a pan in the street, or baking cookies in the car dashboard. Packing into public pools and splash pads like a can of sardines. Dropping the air conditioner down to 74 degrees. Driving down to California… Continue reading Summers in Arizona
What triggered your contempt for us? Was it seeing the white skin wrapped around the figure of the God you idolize that caused you to ridicule our blackness and treat us like we are monsters? Or were you simply injected with spite at birth, so you birthed the white God to try to make us feel disgusted with… Continue reading Predestination
I crawl out of my cocoon, slamming the door behind me, promising to never return. I return sometimes. But now, never. The cocoon stands still, like it's frozen in time. Not moving forward or backward, but stuck where I left it. It is alone, abandoned, and screaming in agonizing pain. The four purple walls are… Continue reading Death of a Caterpillar
I am not your trophy... I am not here to be shown off, glorified, or acknowledged when your friends and co-workers come around only to be thrown in a box in your dark basement any other day. See, you probably don't see the difference between me and the golden inanimate object because you're not in… Continue reading Golden Girl
To Sister's House With a beautiful landscape flickering by like a slideshow out of the car's clear window. Roaming past rows and rows of luscious green grass and crowds of corn fields. With Dirt raining down on the pick up trucks and cars of the nearby homeowners like confetti at a parade. To sister's… Continue reading To Sister’s House
Flying high through the sky. Flying through schools. Flying through churches. Flyinf through stores. Flying through night clubs. Flying through running marathons. Flying through airports. Flying through windows. Flying through the streets. Flying through cars. Flying through restaurants. Flying through offices. Flying through homes. Flying through you! Flying through me! … Continue reading Bullets.