Poem by Adrian Ernesto Cepeda
Missouri Goddamn Nina Simone is turning over in her grave— no longer a Midwest Mind just like Mississippi, Alabama, Tennessee your state is stuck rewinding back to a Southern reality [...]
Poem by Adrian Ernesto Cepeda
Another night in Ferguson I saw some strangers marching like the drumbeats of the blues; all I hear is gunshots they said the rainbows fading from the bleeding on their [...]