Creative Expression

His blade released me from the chains that kept my hands from freedom but bound me to an existence of intersectional oppression.

Each treatment took more from me than I could afford to give and offered nothing in return.

Emotions and feelings will respond to how you treat them.

I have this ring that I wear on my index finger every day. To most, it’s just a piece of jewelry that adds to the fashion of my outfit,...

My friend corrected my comfortable behaviors reminding me that I did not have enough privilege to pretend that my ally was my friend.

I thank God for knowing what I need and leaving some of my prayers unanswered to give me His absolute best.

Be careful not to invite the anticipation of struggle into your future because your expectations will create the issues that don’t exist.

He lifts the sun into the sky, brings clouds through the day, and storms an uncanny comfort that I simply cannot explain.

I choose to see my reflection and not my comparison.

I can choose to oxygenate the burning embers of negativity until I combust, or I can breathe into the flames of the courageous little girl.

You have a mind of your own. Don’t wait for someone to force you to care because you still won’t.

The times we live in are indeed rare and it is only through real change that our behaviors of unity become common.

Our liberation is not an exception it is a humanitarian responsibility demanded by the blood pumping through our veins.

Our melanin unites us and our purpose delegates the position of our protest.

You may be afraid to hear your pain because the sorrow reflected in the rawness of your voice is alarming to your soul.

The world will forever pay homage to you for being there in our time of need.

Our authenticity is far more beautiful than the shallow lens that society has taught us to see through.

My eyes are closed, and my breath is too shallow to feel my heartbeat. It smells like pain and the struggle of my life reigns through the...

My stomach wrenched in the reality of my privilege and the power of my purpose.

I always had a problem running to God with my sin and pain. I wanted to be perfect rather than be perfected.

Dear Sewanee, I can still hear the referee’s whistle blowing when the coach called timeout. My teeth still vibrate as I remember the...

I’m sorry, but my pain doesn’t walk the cadence drummed by the calloused hands of the clock

Each time I encounter one such as these my perspective swings upward and I realize how present my God really is.

I am the Judas that betrayed you yet I refuse to hang myself.

Stars twinkle in the nursery of darkness as night’s rhyme barely reaches my window.

I’m a rainbow of ethnic reigns built from generational clouds.

My ethnological adaptation was impaled by subatomic disease.

That which was desirable leaves my taste buds salted from glaciers swimming on my faith.

Your perception of self and the dreams that you stifle causes your strength to become irrelevant and your wisdom to dance with fools.