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 … More Blacked Out

History… My History

Standing out in the fields under a scorching sun Arrested under the fear of whips and rabid dogs Forced to pick cotton or reproduce, whether we wanted to or not Sounds like history… my history.   Perched on our hands and knees until they bled dark red Scrubbing floors, washing dishes, cleaning windows Using gritty … More History… My History