A LITTLE BLACK GIRL LIKE ME
When I was little All I could see Was judgmental faces looking down on me… it wasn’t my shoes that they hated so much and […]
spoken words
Empty By Tamikka Malloy
Lonely in a sphere full of beings Severed from souls, detached From the serrated strings of the heart; it beats A rapid, pulsating pace; afraid. […]
Remembering October
Remembering October Like sinuous leaves, twirling one-by-one Down toward the earth’s floor, He caught her, as her mind’s symmetry aborted Amid the boundless exchanged pleasantries […]