We are all a little racist. It is not just a matter of black and white Or colors that do not blend in with the night It is the monster that hides away in our brains Driving our ingrained judgement insane. We are all a little racist. There is no predator there is no prey […]
I walked out of the Hyatt Regency where the GA Democrats held their election night party with my head in my hands and tears welling in my eyes. I was defeated. I called an Uber to bring me home, and removed each of the buttons and pins and stickers from my jacket, just in case my driver was for the other candidate.
Strange Fruit is falling/Its skin, bruised from years of neglect
Its soul weary of the fight/Its soul, beaten down for standing strong in its convictions
Its blood paints the ground for loving its brother…
I am brown/Brown, dirt is brown/They think I am dirt, dust/
They clean me out from underneath their fingernails/Wrinkle their noses in disgust/
But no, I am brown/Brown, black soil, fertile/I am soil/I am your roots/Without me no trees/No oxygen for you to breathe…