Uwase R.'s poem was very intriguing. It illustrates how imperfect and perfect love can be all at the same time. One wouldn't believe that someone so special and sophisticated at the age of 18 would be named Joey. But that's how love is. I liked how she also showed that she wasn't a perfect believer in love either.
True love is painful.
Keep up the good work. A couple of suggestion. Print some stuff about Black colleges. The sound files make it hard to read at work. The articles are informative and very well written.