A Letter (Again)

These are my people We are white and brown and yellow and red And every shade of skin, every kind of person, your eyes claim to “know.” We are the ones with cloth on our heads that you cal…

All the Lands We’ve Freed

One day my daughter will drink air for the first time. And I will wonder if her lungs turned a little blacker from the world we’ve polluted with dying screams and gunpowder. And maybe her heart will c…