Trauma

Our traumas are both our oceans and our space. Vast and unknowing. There’s a certain fear that comes with that reality. How do you heal from something vast and unknowing? The last time we spoke I…. The last time I saw you we… So many things are gone now. I look around and so many…

Papa, Who Cares?

How the fuck you leave a black boy in the hands of America? Tough as diamonds but they treat us like everyday stones to be tossed from a glass house because we came from broken homes. Made the streets my home. Made this zoo into a jungle. Our stomachs would grumble. We heard gunshots at…