What good is your pen, they ask
dem just words on a page, you know
markings on a sheet
indication that maybe
you have
too much time on your hands
maybe…
I tell them
there’s power in this here pen
what I’m doing is
making war on this here page
and sometimes love too
Continue reading “Why We Must Write”
I 
try not to stay glued to the TV and social media about the day’s events because simply put, I grow weary and have become wary of all of it. The criminalization of Blacks in America and outright police violence and murder of Black men, women, and children has become all too commonplace, some would even say ‘normal.’ Please do not categorize my response as one of complacency; it is not. I’ve simply chosen to Continue reading “A Return to ‘Normalcy’?”
“It’s funny how money change a situation“
While we sat eagerly awaiting our Lauryn Hill, the lights dimmed and our eyes were directed to a vintage, albeit inexpensive, white film screen, that was placed unevenly at the foot of the stage. What’s going on? Where is Lauryn Hill? Isn’t there supposed to be an opening act, I wondered? Isn’t there a local artist, a rising child star, or a comedian to move the crowd while we waited for our beloved star? Instead, Continue reading “Finding Ms. Lauryn Hill’s Lost Ones”
Life As An Art Form 