bare feet pulse with the heartbeat drum piercing concrete to the core of mother earth we stand in silence Mario gone Mario gone Mario...

Do you feel safe now that a brown man was snuffed out in your driveway face down squashed like a bug? He made your eyes sore Obviously he...

in this country on this earth we know it in our bones holding our breath when loved ones drive, walk, sleep, jog, dance… one hand on our...

I sing to regain equilibrium, to reclaim myself, to take up space, to remind myself who I am. I know love is stronger than any hate. ...

instead of the sun the first morning screen light glows under fingertips as birds trill their song to the dawn “Stay stay welcome stay!”...

"We are the bodies of profit selling: our own images freely given on the digital auction block."

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That discomfort you feel is the beginning of decentering your whiteness, decentering your privilege to move from judgement to empathy.