The Language of Our Eyes
Written by
malcolm richardsBorn and raised in Chicago, IL, Malcolm Richards grew up in a predominantly African American community that shaped his life, writing style, and thematic focus. His works explore the intersection of identity, community, and social justice, reflecting his own struggles and triumphs as a writer.
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