“Last night, she reminded you she was / Easter spring resurrected; standing right-hand to God to always Be. “
A poem depicting imagery of life in the ghetto.
“I often wonder if love blossoms the way that friendship blossoms. Out of a glance or a smile, a body and brain begin to depend on another for something more than interaction.”
The latest entry in Sula Journals featuring photos of Waj’s family.
“They say we have an accent on our lips / They don’t know its our secret dance..”
“She is black lipped / caramel pupils”
“We be black. / From us comes all light.”
“I’ve recently had to realize that I can no longer afford to drag myself into the vortex of encroaching mood swings, accusations and lies that come along with the man I love undiagnosed mental illness at the expense of my own peace of mind.”
“I was still too smart / I still read too many books / But brother I could dance”
A short story about a lesbian who reflects on a strangely lovely heterosexual relationship she had all throughout high school.