My Baby You are passion And fury I am in awe of your power Raw Uncontained I cannot bend you to my will You decide when to concede And I cannot sense the pattern The switch that yields The softness The relief that follows because I can then leave the lesson And just...
I grew up in a time where I didn’t know of any other mixed-race people. Where the police were called because a black man was playing with a ‘white’ child in the park. Times of hiding, times of tension, but always an undercurrent of pride for who I...
