How the GOP is instituting laws prohibiting people of color voting right privilege
I saw the humans tremble with fear
It lay, alone, on the black tablecloth, like an antique weapon on display. It was a hand, a…
A poem about allowing life to be as it is
Whenever I look up at the stars, I feel homesick. Even though I’ve never left Earth.
When you wake up and you don’t hurt it can take a moment to realise you’re still alive. But, will it last?