This is your chance
Speak up
Go ahead
Say something
You’re so quiet
We want to hear
Your voice
What are
Your thoughts
What is
Your feedback
The floor
Is yours
Floor Space
in Reflections, Poetry
Reflections
Invasion of the Army Ants: Reflections on Resilience
It sounded like the crinkling of paper or the pitter-patter of rainfall. The staccato nature of the noise was just broken enough to disrupt my REM cycle. My eyes opened slowly and I groggily rolled over on my twin mattress trying to make out shapes and shadows in the dark.
Read MoreBegin: A Poem for Graduates
in Reflections
Begin and begin and begin again.
Don’t stop beginning until the end
of the road begins to unfold
and reveals all you know
is but a drop in the bucket,
a grain of sand on the beach,
a single twinkling star in a galaxy far
and oh, so, near.
Begin and begin and begin again my dear
Diaspora (or "Those Whom We Know as Negroes")
in Reflections
I know you even though I don’t know your name
You are my mother, my sister, my auntie, my friend
When I rise, I rise up on your shoulders
When I fall, I am healed by your touch
Read MoreFresh Air
in Reflections
Open your lips and sing until all the dead things have come streaming out.
Purge your esophagus of all the bile that swirls around in the back of your throat
Choking your capacity to taste and see.
Arresting your ability to see and know…
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