Poetry

The Unemployed

God, give grace to the unemployed God save our weak, elderly and impotent masses. God, may you keep the power in the hands of the ones you have ordained to lead us. Only you know the lot of us could never be worthy of such great responsibility. God, save our democracy, from being exposed for…

This Season, a Liberated Future

It’s radical to see the pain in each other’s eyes, to see what haunts and keep loving anyway. If we could love each other better, my god would we be cured of every curse of shame? I think so. We are each other’s resilience. Sometimes compassion is the most radical act. Sometimes it is anger….

Say Her Name

A hand– attachedto a body– holdsa heavy pen.The ink is blood and tears.The words written–are a lament.The words written–are a rage.The words written–are an oath, to never forget, to never give up.The words written are a lullabyefor the One who was slayed down in her sleep–eyes shut, lips puckered, dreaming sweet songs of freedom.

Solidarity, a poem

I need you to understand that I resent labels.I don’t think they represent anyone’s true soul.Instead they pick and pull apart the fabric of your narrative in order to create theirs. Your story is yours to own and change. To paraphrase Shaun King: change has existed after a period he labels the integration of innovation…