I had the honour of writing and performing this piece for a missions rally at my church in November. In the months of March and October,...

I wrote this piece over a long period during a time when writing felt especially challenging. At the time, I had been experiencing so...

isn’t it beautiful that the flowers never question whether or not to bloom?

Lately I have been really nurturing my body's desire to rest and recharge. In a society where capitalism and hustle culture have...

We are currently living in a new era of blackness. A reinvention of sorts, of the black identity.

there is no doubt in my heart that angels exist who walk our earth restoring hope to each day

"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:34 NIV

As a lover of all forms of art, I find it so beautiful that art exists all around us. I've always been a sucker for a good sunset and...

my mother taught me that prayer is just like a conversation, so let’s talk.

This poem addresses "young black girls" but was written to resonate with all ages. Even if you no longer consider yourself "young" in...

for all the family stories that got buried beneath the earth with black bodies for all the lost names that never left mouths after their...

black hair is black expression, black freedom, black joy, black liberation, black history in the making

I used to fall victim to the hands of societal convention so sure of myself yet still longing to be accepted

This is an excerpt from my piece "Modern Day Slavery". I decide to isolate this excerpt to emphasize the importance of the message it convey

Last week in my humanities course my professor asked the class to write about the origin of our names. Hearing the many beautiful and...

I am black. whichever way you cut it, however you choose to use it, what ever angle you look at it, I am black. like a plain order of your

Ladies, do not cry. You do not need to put a standard of 'perfect' in your mind. You do not need to change who you are for the sake of the

She is beautiful, yet she doesn't know it. Like a summer sunset; the perfection of colour, placement and a 'breath taking' view. She is beau

This mini series is comprised of 8 poems on the following social issues: racism capitalism the prison industrial complex patriarchy homophob

how do you scream “all lives” then easily take a black one?