The Sounds We Inherited
This piece asks what Blackness sounds like in response to being tone policed, like a body learning when to be quiet and when to roar. It moves like the ocean, carrying memory, grief, and history, holding both what has been silenced and what refuses to stay buried.
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Black Sight
This piece began as a poem about vision. I returned to it and blacked it out, letting a new poem emerge from what was left behind. Written with one eye, this work explores perception, absence, and the act of seeing differently.
Ode to My Harriet
Written from the lens of the Black Madonna, this is a letter to a Black clergy woman in transition, inspired by Lucille Clifton. It honors the body, the call, and the work of becoming.