They beat my body. Tore it up like rabid dogs. Their wide palms crumbled then crashed against the wide nose on my face. Boots tripped along my ribs in time. This
For friends who still get it wrong
Light poetry on my history.
A poem by Langston Hughes.
My only New Year’s resolution.
A celebration of my black beauty for those who don’t understand it.
Artist Greg Osei singing a cover of “To Be Young, Gifted, and Black.”