He stared at me, hidden and protected by all the dropped heads looking at their phones in the crowd. He looked like an officer, but most white men do to me. He had a gun snuggling against his hip though. But he didn’t have a uniform on, just a faded shirt that said FBI: Female… Continue reading Black-handed
I had to "hike" in the heat to see Poussey and snap a picture, but glad I got to see this temporary gem located on Sansom and Pacific here in San Francisco. It's beautiful, amazing, AND important. We need to stand up for all the bodies that have dropped at the hand of a power-desperate… Continue reading Stand Up for Every “Poussey” in the World.
I finally made it to see Get Out last night, and wow. It was such an amazing movie. It was so deep, chilling, and thought-provoking. Living in San Francisco, you are always going to be in a theater full of white people, but it was such an interesting experience watching this movie in particular with… Continue reading Get Out: Leaving the Theater with a Numb Body and Jumping Mind.
This paper dives into Colin Kaepernick’s protest that began just a few months ago in the Bay Area. I explore the movement and the statistics behind what Kaepernick is protesting, how many athletes have gotten involved, and I also explore the effects the movement has had on education. There are two aspects I focus on… Continue reading The Kaepernick Effect on Education
My day started with a gun. I didn’t know where it came from, what it was doing on top of my backpack, or why I needed it. But, there was a message etched into its cold, black, side in peeling white-out, maybe from all the sweaty and anxious palms that have caressed it, that said… Continue reading Heavy Metal.
I just uploaded my first video to YouTube! A short poem I wrote inspired by Ta-Nehisi Coates and his book Between the World and Me. Please watch and share! I am also a victim to my allergies right now, so my voice may sound stuffy and low (I apologize). But i wanted to stick to… Continue reading How to Commit a Crime (Video)
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.
As soon as I find my way out of the womb, strangers in tidy white masks and bloody black cloaks pluck me from my sorrowful mother's safe, shaky hands. They stuff me into a small white tub I don't fit in, and wheel me into a dark room. It's so dark you can… Continue reading Black and Blue
Stand still. Walk. Breathe. Hold your breath. Smile. Frown. Laugh. Cry. Blink. Wink. Talk. Be quiet. Have black skin...
Short, but impactful poem I wrote about gun violence in schools from a child's point of view. It is a sensitive topic, and may provoke some feelings, so if this is a sensitive topic for you, I would recommend not to read.