I’ll never know their names But I bear the signs of their pride The sacrifices The stains Which bore many gifts That led to my gains The...

. Good Trouble I was fifteen in a small Alabama town when I first heard your name John Lewis, then Edmund Pettus Bridge. Their clubs...

Dark skin, melanin Clearheaded and educated And now obviously frustrated From all the history books rewritten I know you expect us to...

How quick we are to pity murderers. Not because we see ourselves in them, I don't think but because of course a white woman's perceived...

An essay written by Faith Esene. I google myself, and a link to different social media platforms appear on the screen, and maybe a list...