Black Lives Matter
“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 MoreI know you even though I don’t know your name
You are my mother, my sister, my auntie, my friend
When I rise, I rise up on your shoulders
When I fall, I am healed by your touch
Read MoreOpen your lips and sing until all the dead things have come streaming out.
Purge your esophagus of all the bile that swirls around in the back of your throat
Choking your capacity to taste and see.
Arresting your ability to see and know…
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