At seven
By Tiara Swearington on A poem by Tiara Swearington.
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Why I don’t go home for the holidays
By Tiara Swearington on Reflections on the holiday season by an unhoused writer whose family lives close by
Optimism is real…isn’t it?
By Tiara Swearington on "My soul refuses to die
even with a heart full of pain
and eyes full of cries
in the words of Maya Angelou,
'still I rise.'"
Apology to Jada’Marie
By Tiara Swearington on Mommy’s sorry I can’t be perfect I’m trying.Whenever I’m weak, I think Jada’Marie is worth it. It may not seem