Circus of Words

One of the many ways people attempt to prove that they are not a racist, is to assert that they are colorblind. "I don't see color,...

Wake up to the sound of hope dying, Outrage on every side— We're not sleeping easy tonight... We been fighting all our existence for ...

I was having a normal conversation about how working for pennies inspired me to do better in school, and in this I was offering the proof ...

I used to wonder about my ancestors, Felt so out of touch with where I came from. Didn't know names or faces, Couldn't fathom the...

I turn away, But the vision is still there— I close my eyes, But they still see... I try to wrap myself In a silk cocoon Fade away int...

Stained glass and mournful cries Clapping and stomping, songs begin to rise The below of the organ fills the room— Beauty grows from ...

I've been quiet too long Letting the words sit idle Choked up, suffocating on my tongue Waiting for them to be perfect, But ther...

That image of a woman, perfectly styled just so Or her hair done up fancily, or her face painted to just the right shade So men and women ...

A declaration of modesty-- The restrictive cry of shrouded beauty While the other half flaunts bold brawn Subtle, but causing us to fawn...

A Person Reflection on a Dream Deferred I am not like them-- For they are not like me, We are different We are not the same. M...

How hard it seems To see the world... My own eyes fall short Of the vision of other eyes And somewhere     these visions blur. Str...

E ver since news broke that Michael Brown had been shot, the volatile nature of America's "post-racial" society has been a co...

Sometimes fear motivates positive change... Succumbing to Fear It really started over the summer, when I got bitten by a spider--I...

We live in a world Where no one is willing to fight Everyone wants to win, But no one is willing to risk a loss-- People want the easy r...

Every day You wake up, get out of bed You're just trying to live life And every day Something happens Something grabs you-- Makes ...

Dull gray bag Tagging behind A weary traveller Juggling her things And I wonder-- Should I help? What's in the suitcase Clothes ...

Where have they gone? Wide eyed innocent faces Suddenly replaced with hostile gazes, Playing tricks and putting on-- These so called swe...

Somewhere, sleeping on rocks Scarred from the scraping of feet picture by koya979/shutterstock Bare against the Earth's surface U...

We agree to disagree, silently And that should be enough But the lines constrict These opposing beliefs in war With the idea of freedom ...

The wires are gone      The signal lost And all that's left is static-- The silent crackling over the air Empty and unfamiliar.....