Holder of euphoria and life
I enshroud the senses
Serious
Freedom
Freedom, a simple word, yet with so much meaning. Something that we all yearn for, but not everyone has…
Angry
You label me angry because of my nappy hair and oppressed because I choose to cover it…
Abandoned by Faith
As I began to mature in my teenage years, my faith wavered.
The Rebirth of Shanai Williams
Where do I fit? Where is my opening?
Warm Milk
I knew that it wasn’t a good reality. I knew it the first time it happened, and the second time, and the third time.
Dear Mr. White Privilege
My teacher told my classmates and I that white privilege doesn’t exist. This is my open letter to him.
Time
As a young adult I have gotten to understand how precious time is and why I should progress as time goes on.
Nappy
This poem is me taking back the word “nappy” to make it beautiful.
This Is My Dwelling
Repetition numbs. Or at least, it’s supposed to.
Dear Kanye
Dear Kanye, nine days ago I called financial offices of the colleges I applied to. Told them I had to submit my FAFSA without parental information….
Yellow Dress
Everyone has been acting different lately. I can’t blame them. Even I’m different.