We are here too In the office, on a trainby the river and next to you We might be a little browner,maybe even shorter but welaugh or smile just the same Each morning we rise then fall in the evening as you doWe fall in love, cry, get angry then despite misconceptions still feel arbitrary…

We cannot forget. Being sad is natural. This deliberate ignorance makes me the angriest. My ire is more associated with the followers than with forty five. The scarlet American cult has enabled an unscripted messenger. One that believes colored lives do not matter and that caging captured children is normal. And yet, I type this…

Families cemented at home not walking or driving procrastinating all day in muggy sweat pants no excitement at noon just some mail and text both brought to a box for their consumption By Amaury

By my side is little Hera,Pacing like a dusky stormShe looms and stares while I read An unpaid intern that appears between napsAnd sits by my bare feet, waiting for dry treatsCharms clapping when she shakes her nose She pays no heed to the growing chaos outsideUnemployment, oceans and racism on the riseOur worries can’t…