Telling the Truth: Black Panther

Telling the Truth: Black Panther

Everyone looks the same In Hollywood Same size, same clothes Same look Or they don’t sell for long Telling the truth Too Black Well, to be fair We buy it Our gilded cage is here Delivered by Uber And the ones that step out Brave enough to stand out Get attacked...
Don’t be Afraid of the Smoke

Don’t be Afraid of the Smoke

The music was an incense And she cried out Don’t be afraid of the friction She spoke of the embers The implicated doubt Don’t be afraid of the smoke Where there’s smoke there’s fire And she cried out Don’t be afraid of the friction She...
Thank You Chelo

Thank You Chelo

“My thumb pad rests along the crack in the porcelain that’s been filled in with gold, a Japanese tradition that honors past wounds. I think that if people were repaired the same way; foreheads etched with brass hairline fractures, chips of silver embedded along...
The Responsibility of Open Dialog

The Responsibility of Open Dialog

No Not one Noone Nope Don’t want to hear your honest opinion right now Serve me up some platitudes, please Some straight sycophantisms Not to me, but to the image one would like to portray Of themselves That broken mirror that tells you Yes Screams that thing If...