The first time I knew that my words had triggered some deep in someone was when I finished a two-week, summer writers workshop when I was 15. I climbed into my mother’s car, read her poem, and watched her face change as she heard it. It was then when I realized some people have to go out into the world to search for their queer and creative communities.
The History and Power of Queer, Black Friendships
The History and Power of Queer, Black…
The History and Power of Queer, Black Friendships
The first time I knew that my words had triggered some deep in someone was when I finished a two-week, summer writers workshop when I was 15. I climbed into my mother’s car, read her poem, and watched her face change as she heard it. It was then when I realized some people have to go out into the world to search for their queer and creative communities.