10 Steps to Becoming a Better Writer

As a reminder to myself and others who write, I decided to post one of my favorite graphics below. Aside from reading a lot to help yourself become a better writer, it’s helpful to remember that one also becomes a better writer by being intentional about making time to write. Whatever your craft is, just practice, practice, practice…

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Posted by on October 12, 2012 in Poetry


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Teacher (for Ms. Gavin)

in 5th grade you opened up
a whole new world to me
a world of poetry
a world of reading and writing
of creating
a life-long love affair
that can never be broken
a world I’ve come to know
in more ways than I can count
a world of vibrant anthologies
and communal spaces
a world of greatness
of Phyllis Wheatley and Edgar Allen Poe
of Sonia Sanchez and Langston Hughes
of Emily Dickinson and Pablo Neruda
of Bassey Ikpi and Saul Williams
a world where flying
is the norm
where stories
take many forms
where truth is painted
in the seams
of dark blue jeans
and where secrets
are tucked away neatly
behind the ears
a world of refuge
for the lost and broken
a world of nourishment
for the hungry and thirsty
a world of ecstasy
for the lovers and free-spirited
a world of abundance
for the wordsmiths and hopefuls
a world for the writers
and those who read
a world for the living
and the dead
a world for the histories and herstories
of our freedom fighters
a world of many seasons
moons and stars
a world of haikus
and sonnets
of metaphors and similes
of abstractness and simplicity
a world where written word
and spoken word collide
where sweet tempos and melodies
are laced with the black gold
of the past, the present and the future
a world of mangoes and plantains
of drumming and dancing
a world of many tongues
where Kreyòl, Yoruba, Wolof,
English, Spanish, French
are claimed and re-defined
illuminating the pages they stand on
and stirring the hearts and minds
of those they encounter
a world that has given me life
when I needed it most
a world I’ve come to know
as home.

by Nadia Alexis


Posted by on July 9, 2012 in Poetry


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when you touch me

it’s electrifying.

sending currents

of love and lust

up my spine

through my heart

up to my head

and back down

to my arms and legs

resting at my feet

only for a moment

and back up again.

closed eyes

open arms

weak legs

strong heart

warm sensations

taking over me

and lifting me up

higher and higher

over and over again.


by Nadia Alexis


Posted by on May 15, 2012 in Poetry


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Journeys: Domestic Violence, Trauma and Healing

Last Tuesday morning I woke up and found myself in a state of reflection. And in that state, I thought about a few words by Anaïs Nin and how they have made a home in life at different points in time: “and the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” I take a Monday night community organizing class at Lehman College taught by a comrade of mine. The theme of last Monday’s class was gender roles and organizing. I had been looking forward to that class because it would force us to have an open discussion on patriarchy and how that manifests in our communities. During an interesting yet triggering class discussion about gender based violence, I found myself thinking about my own life experiences. For some reason, I did not think of the possibility of me being triggered and replaying certain painful scenes in my mind from that class topic. These scenes were from my own experiences with intimate partner violence a few years ago. And some of those very scenes still have the power to stir something inside of me, whether that is reliving that pain and shame or reflecting on how far I’ve come since then.

Quinten Walcott of CONNECT NYC, came to speak to our class about his organization and how it works to tackle the issue of gender based violence in our communities. CONNECT is an NYC-based organization that works to end violence against women in various ways, one of which is by working with men to encourage the transformation of abusers and those who watch silently into allies and activists who join the struggle of ending male violence against women. It was refreshing to learn that an organization like CONNECT exists in NYC but also to see black man standing in front of a class of men and women speaking about his male privilege, the system of patriarchy and the violence against women that comes from that system. In doing so he challenged us to think critically and inwardly. Because some of my peers in the class were men, I recognized the importance of them hearing other men speaking about these issues. While it is important for women of color to struggle against these issues, it is just as important for men of color to do so by teaching other men of color about how oppression works within this system and shows up in our communities. I believe both are necessary to affect the change we would like to see.

One of the things Quinten brought up was the concept of trauma. He gave several examples of trauma, such as the trauma Black people experience from racism, but one of the types of trauma that truly resonated with me was the trauma one goes through from being in an abusive relationship. And so I woke up Tuesday morning  with that on my mind. I woke up thinking about how I’ve dealt with my own trauma of being in a long term abusive relationship and my healing process. What had that process looked like for me? How had I gone from being physically, emotionally and economically abused and broken down to becoming whole and happy?

Well, it was a difficult process. After getting to the point where I felt safe enough to walk away and never look back, I felt a sense of freedom coupled with some fear. Fear that he was watching me or that he might retaliate. Many of the streets I walked and places I passed had memories attached to them and I would have flashbacks that would shake me to tears. The domestic violence advertisements I saw on the NYC subways also triggered  painful memories. At one point, the flashbacks were so frequent and vivid that I wondered if they would ever stop. At times, I would be around male friends and a slight hand gesture or movement from one of them would cause me to jump. Sooner or later I got to a place where I no longer blamed myself and was able to accept what I went through as a learning experience that I could and would rise from after some time. I was blessed to have the support of friends who were a small yet important part of the process. Most of the process took place within myself: building up my self-esteem, letting go of fear, focusing more on me and going through some internal transformations. Wanting to lose some of the weight I gained from college and the relationship, I signed up for a summer membership at a local gym and lost 16lbs. Having more freedom to do what I wanted, I purchased a plane ticket to head down to Texas to visit a good friend of mine and had a blast. I started doing things I couldn’t do before. I started embracing qualities that I resented before, like my emotionality. And there is no way to describe how wonderful that felt.

Fast-forward to more recent days and I see that healing and growth manifest in a few other ways. Having the courage to say that I am a survivor of domestic violence and talking about that has been a freeing experience. I did a little bit of that in a friend’s blog where he profiles college graduates and current students as a way of providing a resource to college bound and current college students. I also did that by finally telling my mother about it after years of keeping it from her. Recently I’ve started writing again. I’ve always loved poetry and wrote throughout my elementary and high school days. Some time during the relationship, I stopped writing although I never stopped loving to read books, going to poetry shows and enjoying the poetry of one of my best friends. Beginning to write again has been a process of reconnecting with self. Daring to become an activist and organizer around issues I care deeply, has also been a part of that process. I believe the activist in me wanted to come out years ago but was stifled and so finally breaking free and releasing myself from that tight bud felt natural and necessary.

Healing from the trauma of being in a domestic violence relationship has meant letting go, learning from that past hurt, loving me, trying new things and embracing growth with arms wide open. It has meant learning to ignore the misguided and hurtful words of those who tend to place the blame on the abused in intimate partner violence situations. It has meant accepting that once in a while something might trigger painful memories from those years but that is perfectly okay. It has meant walking down a path filled with some triumphs and some failures and learning to see the beauty in both of those.  And most of all, it has meant freedom. The freedom to grow and bloom brazenly like a Haitian hibiscus flower in the countryside. And for that, I’m grateful.


Posted by on May 2, 2012 in Activism, Journey


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Today’s Call to Action: “Film the Police!”

This morning I logged onto twitter and saw a Bold As Love Magazine post that Dumi (@dumilewis) tweeted highlighting a music track that powerfully resonates with me, as someone who engages in cop watch work. “Film the Police” by B. Dolan featuring Toki Wright, Jasiri X, Buddy Peace, and Sage Francis calls on people to start doing exactly what the title says: film the police.

Why is it important to film the cops? For far too long we’ve seen and experienced instances of cops abusing their power and brutalizing people. What has typically been happening all along in low-income and people of color communities, has since been given greater attention lately because of stories of police misconduct towards Occupy Movement folks and of police detaining elected officials without good reason. Stopping to film the cops when you notice them stopping a stranger or community member, could mean: the difference between life and death, the difference between being physically or verbally brutalized and going home or to the precinct in one piece, and being able to be a witness to someone or hand over video footage to them if it’ll help their case.  If enough people start filming the cops we can create a culture of caring for one another and showing that through literally watching each other’s backs.  Whether you record the police individually or within an organized cop watch team, it is valuable. We don’t have to stand by and let cops brutalize people. We don’t have to feel helpless or just accept things the way they are. Filming the police is a great start to taking power back from the police and putting it into the hands of the people. Next time you see cops stopping someone in the street pull out your camera phone and film it (within a reasonable distance, i.e. not too close so that you may be interfering with the arrest). And if you don’t feel comfortable doing that, you could also just watch with your own eyes, too. Whether you’re out in the street or upstairs in your home looking out the window like the song says…

Thanks to Strange Famous Records you can download “Film the Police” here for FREE!  Enjoy. (I’ve been bumpin’ this song all day)🙂

Peep these Know Your Rights resources below: (it’s important to know what your rights are, especially if you’ll be filming or observing police)

New York Civil Liberties Union – Know Your Rights Palm Cards

Know Your Rights Info, What to Expect When Arrested In NY, and Observing the Police by activist attorney Kamau Franklin

Know Your Rights – Essential Resources From the ACLU


Posted by on December 14, 2011 in Cop Watch, Know Your Rights, Music, Police


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Prison Addresses: The (Few) Strange & Offensive

Since July of 2010 I’ve been a regular volunteer in the Prison Law Project of the National Lawyers Guild. We meet once a week to read letters from incarcerated brothers and sisters who often request legal assistance, tell us about their experiences and the abuse they face behind the walls, and/or simply requesting the Jailhouse Lawyers Handbook that we provide free of charge. A “jailhouse lawyer”  refers to one who is incarcerated who assists their fellow inmates with legal issues related to their sentence or also represents themselves  with issues related to their own sentence.  The handbook is a resource for prisoners who want to learn more about their rights or who want to file lawsuits in prison for abuse and poor conditions within the facility.  We send handbooks to any prisoner that requests it, regardless of their charges or sentence. Some letters are short with the prisoner simply requesting the handbook and others can be more lengthy, detailing the abuse they have been dealing with. The longer ones can often be harder to read because of their content and the feeling one may get from reading, empathizing, and maybe even visualizing…not to mention the feeling of wanting to do more to help.

Over the past year I’ve come across a few strange prison addresses through volunteering at PLP or at home on the web. One could definitely call some of them offensive. Most prison addresses I’ve seen have been P.O. boxes or non-questionable, but below I list a few that have caused me to raise an eyebrow or think of the irony behind them.

Jefferson City Correctional Facility
8200 No More Victims Rd 
Jefferson City, MO 65101

Downstate Correctional Facility
122 Red Schoolhouse Rd/ Box F
Fishkill, NY 12524

Eastern Kentucky Correctional Complex
200 Road to Justice 
West Liberty, KY 41472

Lakes Region Facility
1 Right Way Path
Laconia, NH 03246

Intensive Confinement Center (ICC)
4000 Victory Rd. 
Lompoc, CA 93436

Florence McClure Womens C.C.
4370 Smiley Road 
Las Vegas, NV  89115

Pocahontas Correctional Unit
6900 Courthouse Road
Chesterfield, VA 23832

When I’ve seen these addresses, I just think of how strange it must be to write to someone who’s held there, or to have that as your mailing address for God knows how many years. I think the worst one on this list would have to be “No More Victims Road.”  What do you all think?

P.S. If you’re interested in volunteering with the Prison Law Project of the National Lawyers Guild, check out the idealist ad and shoot an email to (and feel  free to let me know if/when you do ^_^)

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Posted by on November 24, 2011 in Prisons, Volunteering


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Bumpy Last Day at Rikers

Today was the last day of the Fall session of Fordham Law Scool’s Rikers Youth Education Program. This morning I woke up excited about seeing the guys do the guys shine during their mock trials. By this this morning, they would have gotten familiar with the facts of the case, developed their testimonies for their time on the witness stand, and developed strong argument against the opposing side.  There would be several mock trials happening at once since we had such a large group. The roles the guys took in the mock trials were defendant, plaintiff, defense attorneys, prosecutors, witnesses, and jury members. We had outside attorneys come in to act as the judges.

But things didn’t go as smoothly as we’d hoped this morning. When we got to Rikers going through security and waiting for an escort took much longer than expected and unfortunately it really cut the time for the mock trials short.  The mock trials were supposed to be held in the gymnasium, but because the religious services were being held there at the same time that wasn’t possible. The religious services are normally held in a separate chapel area, but because it’s under construction services must be held in the gym on Sunday mornings. That’s alright but there was a lack of communication sucked. So we had to have the mock trials take place in their living areas, where we have been conducting the sessions all semester.  Today we brought 8 dozen boxes of donuts for the guys as a treat but we had issues getting that through since the Captain on shift this weekend would not allow it. He protested because apparently the donuts are considered contraband and he wouldn’t allow them to pass through since he was not aware of any clearance for them. Although we had clearance through the “higher-ups,” this seemed not to have been communicated to the appropriate people. So at first they confiscated the donuts which was so frustrating BUT we ended up getting them back. Only problem was, 2 dozen of the 8 dozen were not given back to us (ridiculous but unsurprising). And on top of that, the certificates for the guys were not printed out as they should have been (another lack of/miscommunication I guess). They’ll have to receive them another time. Long sigh.

As we walked through the hall to get to their living area, I saw something I hadn’t seen in the weeks we’d been going to Rikers.  There were lines of some of the young men posted up on the walls in a frisk position, hands up high on the walls with their backs facing us as we walked by.  Correctional officers standing right by them. And honestly, this sight brought instant tears. When I say instant, I really do mean instant. It’s not like I haven’t seen people in frisk positions before, but just seeing all these youth lined up like that just hit me hard. Real hard. I tried to keep the tears from falling and it worked pretty well except the tear or two that betrayed me and fought hard to be free from my eyes. I tried to sort of turn my face so no one else in my group could see the pain on my face. But I met eyes with someone in my group and for a moment I wondered if she could read my thoughts. I wondered if anyone else in my group was as bothered as I was as the sight of seeing these young men posted up on the walls like this.

But moving back to the mock trials… they all went pretty well. We coached them a bit before they the trial began to ensure that they had a good idea of what they wanted to say. In brief, the trial was about a 6’5″ tall 16 year old male who was stopped and arrested by police officers after the robbery of a bodega in the “high crime” area where he was found passing through. The 16 year old allegedly stole $50 and a pack of Marlboro reds from the store with the owner at gunpoint. The defendant had two defense attorneys and his witness was his friend who initially refused to testify but ended up being subpoenaed so he had to come and sit on the stand. On the opposing side the store owner testified as well as one of the police officers who stopped and arrested the 16 year old. In the different mock trial groups, some juries found him guilty while the others found him not guilty. Overall, it was pretty fun and the guys seem to enjoy themselves. At the end of the session, they all ate the donuts we got back (we had to split them in halves since we were short boxes) and thanked us for the experience.

Although today went a little less smoothly than other days, I was happy to see the mock trials go so well and happy to have had this opportunity to volunteer with some of the youth at Rikers. Looking forward to doing this again next semester….

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Posted by on November 6, 2011 in Prisons, Volunteering


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