“Sit up straight,” Mama perpetually told me when I was a young girl. It’s the one thing my Mama told
June 2014: Moustache man danced with his shoulders circling backwards as if he was engaged in an armless backstroke on
Several years ago my five year old cousin walked into the living room and asked me why I was crying.
A discarded headline, a byline, a whisper your voices are barely audible I strain my ears to hear your truth