My Story Matters: Sanyika Dillard

I am a teacher

I am the smell of vanilla in my grandmother’s house

I am the coloring book underneath my bed, empty

I love the homemade collard greens my family makes

I am from the spring breeze

I am the beautiful rose buds

I am the music in my speakers

I hear my mother’s words, “Fix your face.”

I wish for change in the world

I wear the scar on my face

I am a turquoise dream catcher

I smell of conditioner

I am beautiful no matter what they say

I am from Hyaets to QCFamilyTree