The final part of my expression of black history month. Part 1 is an expression of me when I was really young (roughly birth through middle school). Part 2 covers most of high school. Part 3 occurred gradually from my senior year of high school until present day. So in essence, this is the evolution of me. III. Emancipated As storms roll across the sky, Raindrops pelt my branches Lightning tickles my spine And I melt away in the rolling drops— I take … Read more »

II. Enlightened But my roots run deep Twisting and turning, Entangled in the lost legacy… She told me to rise          Because I have the strength She told me to go where I've never been          Because I have the vision She told me to sit when I’m at my limit          Because I’m not invincible She told me to take control, claim my own power Because I am. And we— She and I,                My mother                Grandmother                Aunt            … Read more »

Every year during Black History Month I reflect: on well-known people, the forgotten heroes, the unsung heroes. I reflect on my own experiences, the experiences pasted down from my elders, and I ask myself what does it mean to be Black?  How has it changed me? This year it's a three part tale... I. Enslaved I was born color-blind; I came out of the womb that way… This rainbow of color was forced upon my mind Not an instant process, but slowly ov… Read more »