"Her first interaction with Simon was through the internet. Just some words exchanged online in an AOL chat room between two teenagers living on opposite hemispheres."
"Yet I feel so connected to these streets, This concrete jungle, That knows no peace, Day by day commuters go, And while their footprints stay, The night itself is a different world, Unaware of the mark they've laid."
"I need to feel the people, far away.Their energy explodes all around.It hits my skin like water in a pond."
"Hidden within New York, sits an underworld—a third city. In this city, dreams do not flourish and the woes of American racism, unequal wealth access, and now ethnic tokenism cripple its community members."
"They walk in silence, following the rough path towards the ocean. He doesn’t think of all the times they’ve walked this path together in the past."
"I am different now. Maybe I am different in better ways. But I am also not the same in the ways that made me love myself."
"Breaking News:Black Women having Black Babies in “Black Hospitals” is Now considered an act Of radicalism"
Twice at IKEA this year, a person has approached me, not making eye contact, demanding my immediate assistance. Twice, I have smiled in that moment, feeling my chest begin to tighten, and readied my voice for an unpleasant interaction. “Gee,” I said, the most recent time. “I wonder why you assumed I work here.”... Continue Reading →