A poem for my fellow satirists, a reminder of why the work is so necessary.
A poem for my future, biracial children.
For the last 5 years, the youth poetry organization Atlanta Word Works has fielded a team of 6 youth poets to represent the city in the annual Brave New Voices International Youth Poetry Slam […]
I hope the roller coaster was kind enough to you. It may have tried a time or two to dislodge and fling you forty feet face-first into the ground, […]
Friends, poets, hip-hop heads, rappers, wordsmiths, and music lovers, I just had my first article published on Thought Catalog. It’s about Macklemore and Ryan Lewis winning a couple of The GRAMMYs and why that happening isn’t the […]
He dresses and fixes his hair like the King, worships him like a deity, and has even grown the matching pot-belly that comes from regal years of bacon, banana, and […]
And she leans over to me and whispers “I don’t really like your professional self. It’s not you, or at least not the you that I love.” She’s pushed hard […]
I tell her she’s beautiful every morning. She replies with a slight smile, a well, at least you think that, and then drags me into the make-up store. Sephora — […]
When I told my mother one evening over dinner that I planned to disappear into the European abyss for the summer, she looked up coldly from her plate of Prego […]
Children of the south born facing north, we no longer look to our fallen stars for guidance. They’ve only succeeded in leading our forefathers to open bars and early graves. […]