
If It Were You
A poem by Ray Hamzah Franklin:
If it were you taken
From the hottest sands
Would you want this Paradise Land
That’s not his land?
A poem by Ray Hamzah Franklin:
If it were you taken
From the hottest sands
Would you want this Paradise Land
That’s not his land?
A poem by Shawn Robert Johnson The road to success will inevitably call your bluffWith adversities, obstacles, and all kinds
A poem by Ashely Hoath:
he society which failed me, to it I serve my time
You can capture my body, but you can’t enslave my mind
Prisoners like me are barred from the intimate family visits that are a lifeline inside — all for refusing the
Black History Month for me is a chance to shed the spotlight on our Black community. Every year during the
On the 22nd day in 1986 it was cold night in December When you gave birth to me – as
The road to success will inevitably call your bluff With adversities, obstacles, and all kinds of stuff That terrain you
-By Dawan Ingram
You said I was guilty but you lied You say I am heartless yet I cry
You say I am evil yet I do good
-By Shawn Robert Johnson
You have that dream you are dreaming where you can almost see it
However there’s a voice inside your head saying you’ll never reach it
By Michael J. Doce and Tariq MaQbool