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Dedicated to Emmett Till, Kevin Richardson, Raymond Santana, Antron McCray, Yusef Salaam, and Korey Wise.
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I couldn't believe you wanted to go on a walk with me.Coupleswent on walks.Girls who rolled their skirts,their knee socks falling down.Youwanted to go..
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How did it take alockdown of all out bodiesto know we're not wholewhen we are alone.We become whole together,threads pulled from ourselvesand woven as..
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They say my fire will die down as I grow older.They say the flames that make ash of my insides are a symptom of my youth.How sad.How grim that they ha..
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We had tequila shots in Alicante.It had been a year since I saw youand it's been many since.I always blushed and smiled at the way you looked at meas ..
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In springmill villages, I could make my way anywhereon the block with my eyes closed.I knew where the divets in the sidewalk would catch my bike tire...
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I have become at peace with whathappens to melike a corn stalk in the wind.No.Like the wind itself.I can change temperature or directionbut sometimes ..
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When you told me I was not enough,I ran into the armsand legsof every manwho could fake I was.When I realised they had nothingto give me,I tookand fil..
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I heard you say how hard it is for men these daysbeing accused of sexual assault.The words struck me in my scars -the ones that don't know what hard i..
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I am a descendant of motherswith thick skin and locked lips.Their shields helped them survivebut made no warriors.They saved themselves,and I'm glad f..
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