I want you to write prayers for the ancestors that can take flight off my tongue as well, so that we may be bound to them and each other and so that we are strengthened for the struggles ahead.
On the night that I composed this poem, thunderstorms raged throughout the Midwest and Eastern United States, while our TV screens and windows glowed with images from fires and sirens of the protests and attacks, thereby setting the scene for the poem’s opening. This elegy
On May 19th, 2020, we commemorated the legacy of Malcolm X and celebrated five years of Sapelo Square during the final days of Ramadan in quarantine. At the time of this publication, we find ourselves still trying to cope with COVID-19 and it’s disproportionate impact
Black people's deaths from COVID-19 and police brutality are two sides of the same coin — disproportionate and a direct result of hundreds of years of violent structural racism.