By: Anna Johnson

July 27, 2020

There's a story A story you don't know. There's pain, There's blood, There are tears stuck to the window, Like you're stuck to your privilege. There are screams, As loud as the music you play.

Proud Love

By: Anna Johnson

June 24, 2020

This is a poem to remember the Stonewall riots and its leader, Marsha P. Johnson, the coolest drag queen ever. But honestly, it is for everyone who feels like they don't belong. This is for you...