We sat up under Shelter 3, at Hornets Nest Park in Charlotte, NC. It was six of us to be exact with one missing but she informed us that she could not be there. We were prompt to a fault if there is such a thing, taking our seats and writing notes while each of us expressed our own personal heartache over working on th...

Maybe I will be the poet for President Kamala Harris . . .  I know my melanin gives me strength that no other heir of God can fair and my feminine dominance creates doors that no one saw was there. From Nubian Queen, during the rise of all civilization, to mule of the slave trade, picking cotton for this damned nation. Your...