Short Poem ... Written After Attending "Covering Race in the Time of Obama"

We grow such bountiful crops

This fertile soil
So juicy rich
With buried history
Corn stocks whipping in the wind

Tongues licking dry lips
Always hungry

Never overlook the branch for the noose when the tree was planted on stolen land.

Uproot.
Uproot.
Uproot.

By Ken Arkind (keynote poet)

People + Policy

= Positive Change for the Public Good

people + policy = Positive Change for the Public Good