My name is Lori. I am a Black woman. I am a writer. And I have always known that Black lives matter.
Elizabeth did the best she could to make ends meet.
The story of what happened during the summer of 2020 is lost, or rather, someone just dusted it over, and if you just put a little breath on it, you’ll reveal it all.
Diedre is someone who can handle anything, so Evelyn and I looked up when we heard her edge and saw her throw up her hands.
I stumbled across a bad jawn…
Little girl who resembles me with your bright, plastic bow barrettes knocking too close…
He tells me of days when even dreams can’t wriggle free.
Around Midnight…the same fashion Daddy’s arms would rest…
there are ponds that find themselves in North Philadelphia…
Writing for Social Justice: At Your Mother’s Knee
The idea of instituting Governments is to secure people’s rights to life, liberty, and property.
(Online Bonus) REVIEW: Kirwyn Sutherland’s Jump Ship
Some of the feelings within a Black life cannot be easily expressed; they contradict each other.