What I Am Here For
For colored boys who are afraid to walk down the street when America says they are nothing. I am with you, I am one of you. I am for you … Continue reading
February 19, 2014 · Leave a comment
Intersections
My heart hurts. Brown boys can be shot dead over and over. It’s all over, and it is over skittles, Over being handcuffed and on the ground, Over walking down … Continue reading
February 16, 2014 · Leave a comment