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Confessions of a Serial Roach Killer: On Irrational Phobias, Racism, and Black Genocide

As an eco-spiritualist, I often find inspiration for my activism from observations about human relationships with the natural earth. The latest: a poem I wrote about a cockroach I murdered, and the irrationality of phobias — not just what fear lead us to do, but how it’s often used to justify the wrongest of deeds.

[VIDEO] Teaser Trailer for “Confessions of a Queer African Boi” Poetry and Erotica Chapbook

I’ve been working on a collection of erotica, poetry, and other free-form expressions for about a year now and just recently printed them into booklet form for editing. Flipping through the pages for the first time felt like the cold sensation of fingers slowly running down a soft layer of brown skin, which of course inspired me to make a short teaser trailer in video form. You should probably watch this while you’re alone.

A Love Poem to Say Goodbye: Things I Didn’t Know I Loved

A parting poem from my beautiful partner. She read this at my goodbye party last weekend, and wanted me to share it with all of you. As she has dedicated this to me, I dedicate this to everyone who loves an activist, who gives them sustenance when they are running on empty, the push they need to keep going, even when they are scared, and of course, so much unconditional love.

Happy Mother’s Day from a Queer African Daughter to Her Mama

I found this poemthing I wrote about Mother’s Day in my journal from about 2 or 3 years ago. I hadn’t officially had “the talk” with my mother, and though she already knew I was dating women, she seemed determined to avoid talking about it. So, instead, we talked about food, the weather, and Oprah. It was hilarious, and painful. Forward this to someone you know who’s dealing with something similar. And if that someone is you, you are not alone :)

Reflections from a Woman of Color on the War on Women: “My Sisters-in-Arms, We Are Not United”

I’m sharing the remarks I gave at the MA Women United Against the War on Women rally in Boston (in poem-ish form). I found myself thinking about the concept of “unity,” and the fact that so many women of color, immigrants, transgender women etc are often left out of mainstream women’s movements. There isn’t just a war on women, but a war amongst women slowing our progress. Until we end that, we are not united.


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