Me, Too

It’s a Monday afternoon, in the exact middle of October, when the virtual world is suddenly filled with two words, as cold and searing as a Samurai blade– Me, too. Have always counted it among my greatest fortunes to have never been raped, taken aback, each time such thoughts enter me– by the idea that a woman should be thankful to have been spared having … Continue reading Me, Too

Stand Up! Fight Back!

America has long mastered oppression, subjugation– the art of war on her minorities, waged through conquest, slavery, rape, lynchings, segregation, mass incarceration, the too many weapons wielded against those too vulnerable, too inadequately armed to counter such tactics of systematic torture and annihilation, the likes of which are hard to find outside the borders of America, the land of the free. But worst of all … Continue reading Stand Up! Fight Back!

American Crime

What happened last night in Vegas doesn’t stay in Vegas, just as what happened in Aurora had spread through us all like an electric current. Shock after shock. Just as Sandy Hook had come into each of our own homes, and those children’s murders had become our nightmare for our own children. Except this one’s real, Recurring over and over, like a machine gun that … Continue reading American Crime

Proper English

People always be telling me to speak proper English. Yo, yasss! That shit get me tight! I ain’t about to talk like some white boy– Good evening, sir. Pardon me. Bullshit. I ain’t gotta sound like that to be smart. I can talk any way I want. That’s right, son! Don’t let the white man tell you what to do. It’s interesting, I say, that … Continue reading Proper English

To Read or To Live?

Resistance to being taught isn’t a matter of principle, an act of will, a choice. It’s a condition; a symptom of this system, these times we’re living. We claim to have made learning a right for all, when in truth, there is equity in education, like there are hot days in Antarctica. We say we’ve come too long a way to need a mention of … Continue reading To Read or To Live?

All the Lonely Children

Somewhere– perhaps just around the corner from where I sit right now, there is a child, who’s injured, frightened, all alone. Or worse yet, still in the captivity of someone, to whom her life matters nothing. Somewhere– most likely not too far from where I write this labored verse, there is a girl, who’s being forced to be a woman, serve the people whose very … Continue reading All the Lonely Children