Publications

I always knew that I was black; the problem in my case was how black I seemed. I never considered myself to be light skinned, but to my peers they considered otherwise. In middle school whenever the topic of slavery was brought up, I would become a part of the conversation prompted or unprompted. “She would be working in the house” would be followed by laughter and points in my direction. Feeling uncomfortable I would try to approach this as the best way I knew as a middle sc

Not one notification, Nobody must like me, Why do I wait so patiently? Don’t be so down it’s not you it’s we, Nobody needs to write you if we’re spending time, Live in the moment won’t you? It’s the comparison that I pay mind, They’d rather talk to you, Your incidental friend.

I said I was a clown, But you didn’t have to laugh along. I was with you with my face down, Everything that you did was wrong. You’re dense as a brick, You whisper too loud. Your cold heart made me sick, You looked at me like I was too proud. I didn’t want to make a scene, But you set the stage. A clown who can't take a joke, Forced to entertain in your cage.