War on My Skin

There is a war on my skin. And it didn't begin with my parents' bodies. It…


Don’t like Crowds? Three Reasons You Should Still Go to the Poets in Autumn Tour

For as long as I can remember, I’ve never been one for large crowds, or any…


Poem: A Voice of the Unheard

Words struggle to proceed out my mouth while funeral processions raged-filled…


When I Consider the Darkness - Spoken Word

“When I Consider the Darkness” is my latest spoken word piece, featuring the…


Awake (Spoken Word)

Are you weary in your fight for social justice, racial reconciliation, or…


Self Pity Poem

She came back to visit again. I almost didn’t recognize her this time. She…