Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that’s what the poet does.
I don’t want to go low.
So low that I reach your level.
So low that I lose myself.
I don’t want to boogie down your way.
Or, hear what you have to say now.
Now that the dust has settled,
I’m so glad I didn’t boogie down your way.
Penned July 4, 2015
According to WordPress, this is my first blog post 🙂
Well, yay me! For finally getting back onto/into the interwebs. My blogging peaked in 2012 when I worked with the Black AIDS Institute to cover the International AIDS Conference in Washington, DC. I attempted to sustain while on post-doc at the HIV Center (Columbia University), but as the years passed blogging became a distant memory.
I’m about to become ONE with this blog, and I’m excited. Stay tuned.
I’ll be posting here and sharing to other outlets, like Medium.