Reflection
a poem I wrote today, in grief, in anger, in love, in prayer. May full recovery come to Ralph, and justice. We shouldn’t have to write poems about the attempted murder of black children who were looking for their kin. To be black and have kin and search- that is now one of the things added to the can’t be black and do x without putting your li…
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