By Michael Tyler, EJS Poet-in-Residence Every day, I feel its mass with compressing concentration;Every gram of degradation in every ounce of defamation,For every pound of condemnation of a dark discrimination. Each morning that I rise, I must begin my preparation,To brace my aching back for the daily tribulation,To haul the debilitating load of my socialContinueContinue reading “‘The Weight of Being…’ by Michael Tyler”