My Life Be Like, poetry

Blacked Out

I am black and that can never be b l a c k e d o u t. I know my skin and my voice is to be hated among many. But my lips and the way I move my hips as I dance to the Africa sun in my soul is to be bought… Continue reading Blacked Out

My Life Be Like

Becoming American

Recently, I shared a brief summary of my last four years in Brazil. It was essentially what I could provide as context; context into who I was before I was a DREAMer. When my dreams were theoretical, my identity was Brazilian. When I came here for the chance to live out my mom’s dreams of… Continue reading Becoming American