The story of Emmett Till changed the world. The shocking comparison of the hazel eyed beautiful 14 year old African American boy displayed next to the unrecognizable corpse of himself could not be ignored. The story couldn’t be hidden even down in the delta where pitch black roads thick with southern heat and the hatred…
I saw this and it BLESSED my spirit.
I have loved to the point of being afraid to do so Without rest until the monster in the closet became embedded within my chest If I’d loved you any harder it would have collapsed my lungs in the process I was ill you were sicker I was fresh You were death We were dope…
It is not that I am afraid of nights alone I just do not like them The emptiness of a warm spot to lie next to The random arm thrown about, pulling close Rubbing up and across Peacefully slumbering Easing away the thoughts of the day in preparation for what’s to come Frequent twists that…
Black girl standing there looking so down and blue Red with anticipation Sick with grief Every other word a broken melody of some fool’s promises Frozen with remnants of a faded smile Those stricken glistening eyes hiding the depth of your cries The lies you’ve convinced yourself I know You’re not ok You’re not fine…
