Dear Coach, I don’t even know your name, But on that day, you told me to change, It was hot inside the gym that day, Sweaty bodies running without delay, Like the boys before me, I shed my shirt, But unlike them, you picked me to hurt. With barely a second thought, you yelled to… Read on
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VOX ATL's Christina Norris delivers a poem that captures the current mental state of some of her peers. Read on
I Am Black Afrikan American, and nothing will change that Kinky coils in my hair, black and sometimes nappy Brown skin, chocolate charm, dark and happy My name is Zakai That starts with a Z I chiropractic crack all those stereotypes of me This ebony ingenuity was never new ya see Why, this is the… Read on
VOX ATL writer Maya shares a new poem, "Feathers." Read on
"Being stripped of our rights and everything we have ever loved / But even still, we remain the best creatures known to love," writes VOX ATL staff writer Salena Cleveland, "Our black is beautiful. " Read on
VOX ATL teen poet Zakai Beck debuts with his poem "Human." A piece about our differences that make us all alike. We make up earth. We are Human. Read on
