a ghost town is full of life
six thirty.
1895.
the softest parts are black
“caring for myself is not self indulgence..”
art on my mind
we lurk late
thunder always happens when it’s raining
a round of applause for memes
dancing queen
“we were fighting and it was for our lives”
someone tell me a joke or something
settle her score
a return to love
you’ve got the right to be mad.
things remembered.
sweet lorraine
where everyone knows your name
self care sunday
money in the banana stand
i miss outside
words are things
you know you got me
queen of the negroes...
hey mama...
when the smoke clears...
melanin + rose water
black woman, yellow tent
for the black girls up late on the internet...
a daily musing on black girlhood
