2020: A Year of Collective Loss for Black America

{CONTENT WARNING: death, COVID-19, trauma, and police brutality. A 10-minute read.} I think “It” started on January 26th with the news that Kobé Bryant, his daughter and seven others had perished in a helicopter crash. We had just landed for one of two layovers between Shreveport and Las Vegas when the news broke. I recall…

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When I Say I’m Tired

When I say I’m tired Please don’t get it twisted, don’t misconstrue I’m not tired and bowing out, no I’m tired of explaining myself to you I’m tired of holding it in, and Sucking it up And swallowing words that become Swords that cut me from the inside I’m tired of you and your excuses…

We Still Can’t Breathe

I can’t breathe. I’m not even sure you care See, my breath accompanies my voice, and My voice amplifies my pain Pain of being overlooked once again Discounted and dismissed My words are twisted to satisfy your ego Your mistreatment, and Your refusal to see me and hear Your words carry the weight and the…