It is my hope that we continue to say our worth in all the rooms we create and enter moving forward

Friday the 13th is a cultural phenomenon usually associated with the unlucky superstition of horror and murder. The Friday the 13th that occurred last March is one I will never forget. I was in preparation to return to work from spring break vacation the following Tuesday. However, I would not return to work due to the Covid-19 Pandemic. And some 700 miles away, 26-year-old Breonna Taylor would not return to work either, — ever again. On Friday, March 13th, 2020, Breonna Taylor was murdered inside of her home by police, during a no-knock search warrant, as a result of an…

How Our Writing History Cultivated Black Literacy

I’ve been writing for days since I was 11. However, I didn’t realize my destiny to be a writer until I was 20. It was largely due to serious writing. The words of James Baldwin, Toni Morrison, Alice Walker, and Ernest Gaines grew me up beyond the simple act of pen to paper and propelled me on past notes and journaling. The words of those authors read like life or death to me. The moment I began to read serious writing was the moment I decided to become serious about writing. 9 years later, writing has become a necessary and…

May we speak the unspoken over black female bodies, so that no more Ma’Khia’s are taken from us.

Since the 1970s, April 20th (popularly known as 4/20) is culturally coined as an annual, international celebration of smoking for the cannabis culture. However, In 2021 and beyond, 4/20 will forever symbolize a different meaning in my body. Though this redefining moment could never overtake the symbolic smoke culture it currently signifies, 4/20 now occupies a small space of restorative justice in my being. This 4/20, Derek Chauvin was found guilty on all counts in the killing of George Floyd.

On April 20th, 2021 Derek Chauvin was found guilty of second-degree unintentional murder, third-degree murder, and second-degree manslaughter. Chauvin is…

“We learned about gratitude and humility — that so many people had a hand in our success, from the teachers who inspired us to the janitors who kept our school clean… and we were taught to value everyone’s contribution and treat everyone with respect.” — Michelle Obama

When I joined Medium in late January, I was unaware of the impact, support, and community that would follow moving forward. It was during a critical point in my writing career that I decided that I was going to write more intently and, in more spaces, as frequently as I could. Without a…

Real is sometimes ruff,

raw and real but still somehow,

You made it profound.

Hip hop has become a culture cultivator in the heads and hearts of the black community. The rap raised us in a way. Growing up in a house with brothers, it was all around me, so it was inevitable when it ran through me. I am eternally grateful for the hip-hop vocal stylings of Tupac Shakur, Biggie Smalls, Nas, and now, the late DMX. For their poetry, pain, and purpose, and how it inevitably lifted us during the struggle.

Earl “DMX” Simmons was an American rapper…

Your eyes awaken my soul,

to echoes of your heart.

When you harmonize,

you give me your sound.

And I realize

that all love sees,

all love seeks,

all love needs, is a heartbeat.

Your symmetries of endless poetry

travel through me knowingly

showing me

that all loves beats,

all love seeks,

all love needs, is a symphony.

So are you ready?

On your heart,

get set…


Your journey releases my blackbird,

breaking from its cage.

High on an adventuring rage

Nothing can save me

from drowning in your escapade.

all love races to,

all love chases to,


It is the color of light,

descending upon a foreign plain.

Orange burns deep in a black sky.

And I remember pain.

I say to myself that I will not break.

Cause I am open,

and I am broken.

Maybe it is far too late.

A massacre I made of me,

and I end up breaking things…

like hearts.

As old wounds begin to sing…

I am watching myself

fall into parts.

Telling myself not to break.

Maybe it is far too late.

For I am open,

and I am broken.

Like an open book,

with a broken story.



Writer. #WEOC. Avid Reader. Deeply Introverted. Black Liberationist.

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