Poetry
Poetry
Pantoum for Baltimore
On the streets of the two cities is found / a pattern or practice of conduct that violates / the Constitution or federal law
We Are Still Here
It is September 23, 2016, and you’re reading this because our classmates, faculty, campus, community, state, and nation didn’t listen last time
“You’re So White”
My melanin is not enough to hold my culture.
I Hesitate
i know i will / before holding your hand / before kissing your cheek / in public / and for all of that i’m so sorry
I am not African • If Mercy
We need new names. / I am that Odum wood / the carpenter saws / for Darling’s bed.
The Gaumont
My Mum kissed my Dad in the back of that mosque / When it was still the Gaumont —
The Acquiescence of Motes (Purity)
When we were fourteen, we were noticed.
A Short History of Hysteria
It was the ancient Greeks who coined the term “hysteria”; Hippocrates, in fact. It means the disease of the movement of the uterus.
“Liberty Ladies” and Other Poems
Brave banners are wind-dashed and mud-stained, / and hat plumes hang sodden. She does not feel the / sleet, only the iron of her convictions.
“F.O.M.O.” and other poems
I just want to throw in the sack, / flap jack, slap it up and saddle on / been sick of this race since long ago / lethargy evolved from let-it-go,
