A Tribute to my Beloved Dear Mother Good morning mother is what i whisper to your empty room every time I walk by And there are days when i am absurdly angry with God when you don’t answer Good morning to the most beautiful saint of…

In just five hours, everything can change — At 4:00, every morning, the old woman stirs from her slumber. At 10 past the hour, she ties her white turban over her salt-and-pepper locked hair, kneels in the direction of Lalibela’s rock-strewn temples, clasps her hands, wrings her fingers together so they cannot escape, and she prays for him. …

The way white people see me is not how I see myself — You wanna know a secret? Whenever I get stressed, I work. I work a lot. As a soldier during the first Gulf War, I volunteered to burn shit in huge drums of kerosene because it was the only duty that would allow me the freedom and time to ease the…