This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece Can’t I be found in the dew-soaked grassOf my own open plainsWildflowers and yellow rosesStretched as far as the horizonSun gleaming on my black armsAnd big, country houseNot a lynched bodyHung from the low branches of a poplar treeOr blooded fields of cottonDrying the soil ofContinue reading “Dreams”


Respectability has known me Since I knew my father He’d always told us Our bodies were things to hide Things only loose women gave away Women who represented the worst Our color had to give And then one day in Martin Luther King Jr. Library Dressed in brown corduroys, a long-sleeve blue shirt And aContinue reading “Privilege”