For all the girls who dream of 'good hair" Arthritis ate at her joints She forces her fingers to dance Dry bush becomes soft twists Mama...

A Poem about identity and resiliency She was born from a CaCao tree, Sun in her bones, caramel molasses for skin, Her hair grew like the...

A spoken piece for a friend who left the world too soon . . . I never thought I would write this. I like to pretend you never existed,...

A spoken word for a friend who was going through a really tough time. She’s built like the walls of Jericho- high and mighty, I thought I...