Black is the color of dirty clothes; The color of grimy hands and feet. Black is the color of darkness; The color of tire-beaten streets. -RuNett Nia Ebo Europeans, Asians, Puerto Ricans, and etc are named from where they come. So, at times, I feel theContinue Reading
Built to cry. Spiritually we hold the title of watchers, seers, and discerners. Scientifically tears clear up our vision. Dried up tears on our face displayed as war paint signifies we’ve become a little tougher than the day before. Afterward, our body begins to accept the refining process that our spirit understands and welcomes. Screaming out built to last, asContinue Reading
Poem By Boldlyloc’d Truth’s image becomes comical when handled by man. Slaves now called workers and the sweet honey taste of manna now said to taste bland. Pulled up from what securely felt like an end that began diverse. Grounded, not bound, but steady and firm in an understanding of how to love yourself first. Bothered because it’s clear ourContinue Reading
A Monologue by BoldlyLoc’d No, I have never been called Moses of my people. I am not my ancestors. Yet, I am honored to obtain the blood of those who passed over many waters. Although, they faced new territories they learned to overcome being “a stranger in a strange land.” No, I have never been elected Provisional PresidentContinue Reading