Poem: Why did God make me Black? by RuNell Ni Ebo

Lord, Lord Why did You make me Black? Why did You make someone the world wants to hold back? Black is the color of dirty clothes, the color of grimy hands and feet. Black is the color of darkness, the color of tire-beaten streets. Why did You give me thick lips, a broad nose andContinueContinue reading “Poem: Why did God make me Black? by RuNell Ni Ebo”

Poem: Death is passive. Killing is not.

Poem: Death is passive, killing is not. by LaShawnda Jones

Breathing is active.
Breath is sacred.
Air is life.
We are all created beings
with the same Right to Life
and unhindered breathing.
Access to air should not depend on
Assumptions, opinions, political views,
Occupation, wealth, social status,
Skin color, mood, hatred of fellow humans
or self-hatred. Access to air should
not require legislation.
Yet here we are.

Eulogy for Reverend Clementa Pinckney by President Barack Obama

Justice grows out of recognition… of ourselves in each other… then my liberty depends on you being free too. History can’t be a sword to justify injustice. Or a shield against progress. It must be a manual for how to avoid repeating the mistakes of the past. How to break the cycle. A roadway for a better world. He knew that the path of grace involves an open mind, but more importantly an open heart.

FOR WHITES (LIKE ME): on white kids

Originally posted on formations. // living at the intersections of self, social, spirit.:
Dear parents of white children, I vote that we strike the following from our parental lexicon: “Everybody is equal.” “We’re all the same underneath our skin.” I realize this is counterintuitive. But I’m completely serious. These statements are so abstract they’re mostly meaningless…