Write on Time: Part 2

Kept inside, the pain is poison, but when artists, especially Black artists, let it out, its genius. But genius is not a typical state with normal expectations; it’s acceptable for a genius to act (or actually be) crazy. In fact we often want that in our Black artists. We expect them to be crazy, love... Continue Reading →

eye ii eye

our eyes met and everything that she felt, i saw--the pain, disappointment, rejection. we hold our stares in search of answers to our questions she held her stare hoping… hoping I could say something comforting i wonder why she can’t accept the morbidly slow process of healing, no patience…maybe there is no resolve, just expressions... Continue Reading →

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