Blood at the Root

by LaDarrion Williams

It’s a whole lotta witchcraft and niggatry in this bitch.

That’s the problem with me—I wear my heart on the edge of my tone.

Going to the dining hall without ya roommate can be considered the eighth deadly sin in college.

The world may be fallin’ down round us, but best believe we gon’ laugh, we gon’ dance, and we gon’ be family. That’s how we’ve been for generations. No matter how much hate, how much pain they throw at us, we always gon’ rise.