Author: Kehinde Thurman

A Nigerian child is cradled by arms That may not be there tomorrow And in the years that follow She’ll be joined by millions Of others Whose mothers Traded a virus For school supplies For tools to end her baby’s hunger cries Numeric distortions Give rise to pandemic disproportions Her situation Paints a direct correlation Between AIDS—and poverty If...

We call it home. I think people forget that. But somewhere in the midst of all the violence, there is a community. A collective of mothers who trade babysitting services to avoid the cost of childcare. A neighborhood of people you’ve known all your life,...