I Have Summer Blood In My Veins

you can feel the stars pulling themselves out of bed – peering through the blanket of the sky – curious, wondering, wandering – stretching their bones, curling their hair.

Demand A Fairer World, And Demand It Loudly

Can we beg and fight and kick and scream in the direction of lawmakers to fund things differently? To decry and denounce racial injustice, police brutality, and systemic forms of separation and inequality that keeps the wealth gap too wide to sew shut? Can we arrange a list of demands?