Out to the grasses Ancestral Planes Royal resting place Free from Earth bound chains Black Americans Severed from descent Lineage and land But to what extent? Bury me at sea Breathing salt and blood With my ancestors Who refused the mud Denied by bondage My elders were slaves Left without homage To watery graves

A quiet sarcasm A numb stoicism Used to inject venomous self-hate Used to dehumanize the victim Used to desensitize the user to his destruction Looks like a gold chain around your neck The irony in our polished chains representing our freedom. Sounds like a self-deprecating sting Feels like unity and…

As a biracial woman in America, that question has been asked of me more often than I like to admit — “You don’t talk Black.” This is probably the phrase I have heard muttered to me the most when it comes to my identity. My mother is white and my father is black. Therefore, I identify as biracial, having parents of two different races. As a person of color, I am…

Trying to navigate through life can sometimes feel like trying to maneuver your way through a dark forest. When you fall, your passion is what picks you up. But what drives you to keep going when your tired, frustrated, and feel like you have been going in circles for hours…