A Riddle For Lawmakers
If you can solve this riddle, you’ll know you can’t just stand by. Who am I?
Poetry
Longing for Genuine Global Solidarity
So join me in this struggle, it’s my final plea. I’ll die trying if I have to, for this better future is within reach, and it’s yearning to be set free.
Between Pandemics
A poem dedicated to my father (Sergeant Harold B. Kaufman, Jr.) and his life experiences.
I Hear America Mourning
There is nothing more tragic than to find an individual bogged down in the length of life, devoid of breadth. Martin Luther King, Jr. Besides, They’ll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed— I, too, am America. Langston Hughes I Hear America Mourning For their dark brother Floyd murdered knee in the neck by …