Breeze flows through my hair. The clouds are big and puffy.
Podcasts hum in the background and children play outside.
I drift higher and higher as the cool air touches me reaching towards the sky.
A bird passes me and I realize I am flying.
Read MoreInterview with Mariahadessa Ekere Tallie.
Read MoreHappy Halloween! To end this month’s theme of Transformation, we present to you three poems from an accomplished and talented poet, Safia Jama.
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Read MoreAll the weight of the world is placed upon you as a Black woman.
Especially if you are a Black woman that is well aware of the intricacies of social inequalities.
Is there such a thing as a Black woman that could truly say she isn’t anymore?
Read MoreCrown your glory
Honey and melanin
This golden tone is your identity
To unify within the gentrified community
Read MorePoem from SBG Poetry editor Sherese Francis
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