Reflections
Many of the people who have had the greatest influence on my life are people that I have never met. Their stories are woven into mine like the intricate patterns of a patchwork quilt or a swath of kente cloth.
Read More“Are you white or are you black?” The question made me feel trapped. Yvonna had offered me two doors and two doors only. She looked me in the eyes, hands on her hips, awaiting my answer.
Read MoreSuffer with me
Suffer with we
Who wrote our names in pain
And rose again
To write the word
To right the world
I’m so in love with this poem. It came to me while enjoying wonderful brunch during a layover in DC on my way to my parents home in TN for Thanksgiving. I had a plate of sensational pancakes topped with butter. It brought back wonderful memories that I wanted to capture in a poem.
Read MorePain, death, loss, grief. The weight of them all has born down on me with seemingly unrelenting force as of late. My brain tries to reconcile the unreconcilable and comprehend the incomprehensible. Where cognition fails, spirit speaks. The poem below is for all who have known sorrow.
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