Poem by Deborah Harris I shutter and capture the wind. Blue fog and grey clouds dance across the film of morning. It is only I…please don’t be afraid of me I shutter and ask for the grace to peek once more at the secrets that the fields hold. It is…

On a cold February morning, I finally will my body from the slight comfort my bed affords me. Rest does not and has not come easy for an entire year. One would think that letting go of toxic situations and spiked boxes that people tried to confine me in within…

Upon arrival in Illinois in 2018, I was eager to throw myself into organizing for a progressively healthier Cook County and state that held high regard for the future of Black people. My ear was to the ground and I began to familiarize myself with a Chicago that looked, smelled…

Hands up don’t shoot! I can’t Breathe! No Justice No Peace! Say Her Name, Breonna Taylor! Say His Name, George Floyd! The shouts of Black people echo off the air of crisp blue days and starry night skies. Ain’t no going back and the time is now to ask for…

In the morning we rise Bare feet upon cold floors. Eyes foggy with uncertainty. Weight of our bodies crushing upon the Earth as we rise. First breath upon first light as we outstretch our arms and tips of finger caress the sun. Fire, Burn, Fire, Burn as we rise. Rips…

The phrase that was coined by Danielle Bregoli, a young girl that appeared on Dr. Phil to discuss her attitude toward anyone that challenged her or corrected her, set people in an uproar due to her rudeness, vileness, and inability to obey authority. As many would see this young lady…

The storm is raging , All tears are gone, this is our battle cry, this is our song. March on my sisters and remain strong, this is our battle cry, this is our song. The war is waging, and we are strong, this is our battle cry, this is our…

Beautiful Boy, Marvelous Prince, Majestic King Let your tears fall where they may. Beat upon your chest and let your screams challenge thunder and lightning. Rest your weary head upon me and rejuvenate your soul/rekindle your magic and might. Dance freely in fields of unspoken dreams. Drink from the Blue…

Beautiful Boy, Marvelous Prince, Majestic King Let your tears fall where they may. Beat upon your chest and let your screams challenge thunder and lightning. Rest your weary head upon me and rejuvenate your soul/rekindle your magic and might. Dance freely in fields of unspoken dreams. Drink from the Blue…