spoken word poetry

I Didn’t Know

March 7, 2017 // 0 Comments

By Sherlyn Assam   I didn’t know All could be exclusive Or that Lives could be compared That Matter could still be ripped apart By the melanin that it shared   When we chant black, we do . . . Read more


November 21, 2013 // 0 Comments

By: Erica Howes 4811km away there is a village called San Miguel, Ecuador. It was there I met children whose smiles seemed like they could stretch halfway across the world. . . . Read more