Black Boy Joy

For so long we’ve taken pictures with blank expressions.Canvases waiting for the liberation of a smile. Hiding away as if smiling means being less than a man. Or not man […]

Birth of a Poem

When a thought is conceivedwe don’t always know whatit will grow up to be.Sometimes as thethought developsit can split into two,three, or more.Each one as importantas the beginning.Each one needing […]

Reality

Dreams arejust dreams.That’s the reality.There is no in between.When we wake upthe dreams stop.When we go to sleepthe dreams begin again.It’s true that dreams geta glimpse of our future whileremembering […]