To a Dark Girl by Gwendolyn B. Bennett

I love you for your brownness And the rounded darkness of your breast I love you for the breaking sadness in your voice And shadows where your wayward eye-lids rest. Something of old forgotten queens Lurks in the lithe abandon of your walk And something of the shackled slave Sobs in the rhythm of your... Continue Reading →

Who Taught You to Hate Yourself

Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair? Who taught you to hate the color of your skin? To such extent you bleach, to get like the white man. Who taught you to hate the shape of your nose and the shape of your lips? Who taught you to hate yourself from the... Continue Reading →

Power by Audre Lorde

The difference between poetry and rhetoric is being ready to kill yourself instead of your children. I am trapped on a desert of raw gunshot wounds and a dead child dragging his shattered black face off the edge of my sleep blood from his punctured cheeks and shoulders is the only liquid for miles and... Continue Reading →


Today is Transgender Day of Visibility and the reality is one of the things I often wish for most in life is to be invisible. Its unexplainable what we as trans people enure living on the cusp of being hyper visible, but shut out and turned away from people, services, opportunities, chances at survival. This... Continue Reading →


We need to theorize the meaning of beauty in our lives so that we can educate for critical consciousness, talking through the issues: how we acquire and spend money, how we feel about beauty, what the place of beauty is in our lives when we lack material privilege and even basic resources for living, the... Continue Reading →

Brown Bronx Boy

Brown Bronx Boy, You held my face and whispered “ Carmen, I want to be inside of you, put me inside of you.” There’s something spiritual that happens when you have sex with someone. I find it to be spiritual because there is no other more intimate physical connection other than a parent physically birthing... Continue Reading →

The Mask- Maya Angelou

We wear the mask that grins and lies. It shades our cheeks and hides our eyes. This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subtleties. Why should the world think otherwise In counting all our tears and sighs. Nay let them only see us while... Continue Reading →

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