“Until They See Us,” “The Peculiar Weight of Holding,” and “Black Corporeality”

By Takia Hill “Until They See Us” They will always look for us Reminding us that we will never be red, white, and blue Even when we are bathed in its lights Even when there is blood, bone, and bruise And when the sirens sound We hide in the nearest patch of soft grass Hold our hands like hummingbirds and Watch star tails leave their … Continue reading “Until They See Us,” “The Peculiar Weight of Holding,” and “Black Corporeality”