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.