When Danita Johnson speaks, the room leans in.
Her poems don’t whisper — they grab you by the skin.
Rooted in radiance, unapologetically Black,
she’s rewriting the stories they tried to hold back.
An educator, a healer, a voice for the unheard,
she turns survival into syllables, pain into word.
Danita writes to build, to awaken, to stay —
not just as a guest, but a force here to stay.