The Voices, Anger, the Jungle, Cry, Friends
Tell me why you lie to me? Tell me do you cry for me?
Stop the Violence
We lost another person to this stupid ol’ gunplay.
A Confused Dominican
I never really thought about my race.
A love letter to my blood
i’ve discovered my blood with ease, and i write about it like a love letter.
I have learned that I can be strong—as long as I find the people to hold me while I find that strength.