For ex- colored people who have lost faith in white- body supremacy
I cannot trust these eyes Seeing what they are told I hope one day they will belong to me Before I get too old To use this body redefined Labeled with checked boxes and color lines To catch a glimpse of reality while there’s still time If only for a little while I just want […]
Read MoreA life lived racially gives me more than I want, more than I can handle, manage or control. It is before and beside me, inside of me and outside of me. It’s stereotypically connected to the foods that I eat, the clothing I wear and the car that I drive. It has rendered a judgment about everything […]
Read MoreI grew up in a Pentecostal Holiness church as I spent my formative years with my grandmother, Eva Mae, in Foley, Alabama. It was a small yet intimate community of faith whose common and most frequent meeting place was the church. And since my grandmother was an older woman, much of my time was spent […]
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The Raceless Gospel 