POETRY

The process of falling into myself Is becoming a beautiful journey I remember a time Where I felt like although the sun was out It would...

This body is my home I hoard the weight of the generations before me Some might call it transgenerational baggage Airports might call me...

I struggle with love poems My gift with words seems to become dim and frail When trying to emulate my love story Onto a page into a...

This is a piece that speaks to the emotional fluidity of men. The inability to be emotionally transparent with your brother due...

After spending the day in the home of Langston Hughes in Harlem, this poem pays homage to the legacy of Langston Hughes. Check out a...