Our Kings


Stop mistreating Black Men!

They are my kings!
Every time
My husband leaves the house
I hold my breath
Until
He…
My Black King
Returns.

I
Hold my
Breath.

Until

My Black King returns

I hold
My
Breath.
My son has yet to return.
I hold my breath for all my black Kings

and shine a light on their paths back home.

Meditation bowl and candles beneath bust storme's sculpture