Poem: An Ode to the Weird Black Kids
I’ve been weird all my life, not fitting in and feeling pressured to do so. I have a new appreciation for weirdness and being a weird Black kid; this is my love note to all the others.
I’ve been weird all my life, not fitting in and feeling pressured to do so. I have a new appreciation for weirdness and being a weird Black kid; this is my love note to all the others.
If you leave, I expect the world to crumble around me. But first, I will think it’s a sick joke. One played by the God almighty, Who laughs at the sight of smoke. Â Then it will hit me that you’re gone, A weight I am not prepared […]
Forget Me in The Headlines is an expression of sadness by the continuous loss of life, especially amongst people of color, and the lack of fair media coverage.
After a concussion in 2017, I developed noise sensitivity. Everyday noises became intolerable. I wanted to express it in a poem.
Beautifully said as always đ Iâm in good company I see - I struggle with change too.
Absolutely! Cheers to you, friend!
Yes! more childlike undbridled joy!
"Though I try, I cannot self-care my way out of systemic and structural oppression." â Brilliant.
oooooof all of these are my mood this week for sure