“As a poet, I write of mass Black exodus, ancient memory, unspoiled land and what I mean is that I want somewhere of my own.”

Our parents have good intentions, but what happens when fear is masked as protection?

Dissected, chopped and carved, like a butcher’s plaything / I am repeatedly punished everywhere I reside. 

Five important truths and tips that are so important for my Black Queens to hear at a time like this…