For Juneteenth

Today marks much more than the 154th anniversary of Union ships entering Texas to inform those still enslaved of their freedom from bondage. It is, and has always been, another duality of celebration and grief for Black Americans. How can we celebrate the end of slavery in the States when we still have not fully…

Finding Detroit

I made the decision to move to Detroit on the wings of my new relationship. Detroit, the place where my Mother grew up, where my Grandmother went to work for decades, where my Grandfather died sending rifts through a family Elmer’s glued together. A place beloved and feared as a Murder Capital. A placed debate…

Learning to Accept Silence

I am often resistant to accepting advice from others. Like Prince, I perform a graceful embodiment of an air of casual arrogance – a talent, I think, as women continue to face pressure to be overtly malleable especially to the opinions of men and men-centric society. Every once in a while, however, there is a…

Thoughts While At Gardella’s on a Saturday Night

A short write up of inner thoughts and happenings from a typical Saturday at Gardella’s Tavern in Grand Rapids, MI.    The line just got really short, really fast. I wonder if they’re still letting people in. Nevermind, it was the $5 cover charge that apparently is turning everyone away. (wonder what they think cover…

Too Many Sheep, Part 1.

I am the youngest 7th grader in my school. I come home, and go to sleep. Everyday, same thing. My mom drags me out of bed, I sleep on the bus to school, I nod off in first period, sitting up. I sleep on the bus home from school, sleep when I come home, wake…

How To Say Something Meaningful

Last year, I did an interview with the lovely Kt for WYCE discussing my journey in poetry since I left Dartmouth 1 year and 10 days ago that day. (Can you tell I got my ivy league diploma and dipped? Yeah, that’s what happened.) Me? Speak explicitly about the pieces I’ve written as though I identify…

Better Directions

Hello, 2017!   I am one of those corny people that believes the New Year embodies New Beginnings, Clean Slates, Fresh Starts. Even as a child, I remember walking the aisle to the altar in church just so the priest could make sure my soul was clean for the new year too. Now as an…

It Happened During Pride Month: Art, Leadership, and Orlando, FL

Last night, I attended Rock the Block’s afterparty featuring Dead Prez, Bedrock: The Foundation, March Forth Productions, The Great Ones,  Dayz, and Spoken Word Artist Azizi Jasper at Linc. While the event was amazing, unfortunately my attention was focused on something I saw earlier on social media. This public post came from an artist in the local…