$5.99 headphones over my ears. The black foam ear pads are brittle, dusting on the shoulder of a sad, confused, adolescent girl. I am laying on my back on a twin bed of our second floor apartment. … More Slippin’: My Tribute
Very easily who I was and wanted to become wasn’t important. I am not sure if I ever learned for it to be. I stayed in survival mode. All I knew is that I could not go back home to the Bronx. … More Toxic Workplace: Divergence
My value is often assumed, denied or ignored. As a forever student and researcher I realize the problem is not me. It is how limited my understanding was. I needed to adjust my understanding of myself, this world, the types of people in it, and the history of the systems in place. … More Toxic Workplace Aftershocks: Recommendations
Power
Phone light dark trees
From light speckles with tyrant blows
Free flowing
Card fester felling lowly
As lovers lead to their own demise … More An Untitled Poem
Tracks…
They lead to that small hut. Inside is the fire blazing, the black round pot being stirred. Quiet child soundless as her braid tied tightly relying on her back. Plain dress and Brown shoes all hush. The fire crackles for life. … More Bear Creek
The scene was set and laid to be.
The cold she bore by the frozen tree.
Its roots embedded she found no cause.
Her soul was trapped with no remorse.
The chill descended wrapped in honor,
as ice cycles dripped from nature fathered. … More Me Preocupa De
Why don’t people think it’s worth it to vote? They say all of the candidates are terrible, it’s just choosing the lesser of evils. How can things change with this mentality? How can we shift power without showing up? It costs to run for any office. Why would anyone worthy run, without seeing that the … More Voting is like Grandaddy and Ice Cream
One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta breathe! Vivi feels the rush of heat expand inside, outward and through her skin. She knows breathing won’t help. Neither does reminding herself to. You niggas can’t share my air Or walk a mile in the pair … More Anxiety ft. Fabolous
Liv could feel the the rush of heat expand inside, outward through her skin. She knew breathing didn’t help. Neither did reminding herself to breathe. It was a just mistake. She made it. But Liv’s body has this habit of defying her brain’s logic. … More What’s In A Name
I pass him in the lobby on my way to the store. His smile is a missile that both stops and jump-starts my heart. He says what’s up. I try not to cheese. I wait till I pass him, and flippantly ask over my should, “You gonna be here for a min?” “Yeah, imma be right here.” … More Time, Rain and Concrete
Olivienne Spencer 