1/19/15

We Too Sing America


After Ferguson, I was pent up with so much anger. I was scared...I still am. Scared for my family. Scared for my unborn children, who will grow up in a world where race plays such a role that they will start behind the number line before they can even speak.

Here is a video to a poem that I have written, entitled "We Too, Sign America". Enjoy

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