
Dear Summer
Dear Summer, I don’t know if you miss me. For we been together like Nike Airs and fresh tees. The immeasurable seasons we’ve lived

Dear Summer, I don’t know if you miss me. For we been together like Nike Airs and fresh tees. The immeasurable seasons we’ve lived

I want to let you know something about me. Writing has become my own therapy. I’ve googled and even went as far filling out intake

All year, I had trouble getting used to this again. Every school day felt like a winter Monday ––tired before the day even started and

You would think I would be so used to the sound of my morning alarm that it would no longer be able to jolt me

The hip hop albums I’ve listened to, from Snoop Dogg’s Doggystyle to Kendrick’s To Pimp a Butterfly, have taught me more valuable life lessons and

I just finished texting a friend about how dope it was to see the old Aunt Viv and Aunt Vy from The Fresh Prince of

By the end of the school year, I had piles of tests and quizzes, of duotangs full of student work. As the days wound down

It started with an itch at the top of my throat. I told myself not to drink any cold water––something I did almost every morning.

I don’t know if it went inordinately slow or exceptionally fast. I don’t know whether to feel thankful or disappointed. I do remember watching CNN

In 1995 rapper Skee-Lo came out with a track titled, “I wish”. On it he waxed about his hopes to be a little bit taller