this is addressed to the grown man who rolled down the window of his beat up 2004 impala upon seeing me jog down atlanta road to yell,
"Damn shawty! Who you tryna get fine for?" Read on
Atlanta Word Works / all
Dear Self, When you stand in front of a mirror, your hands slide over your skin. Your fingernails never dig into your flesh, but make no mistake. You have never… Read on
Ladies and Gentlemen! Children of all ages! Welcome to the African-American Freakshow! Where you learn my African-not-“American” name, Ogechi And you pause… then you then you utter “Oh, it’s… Read on
Twenty-five teens share slam poetry to become semi-finalists, sharing their art to become Atlanta's Brave New Voices 2017 Team. Read on
This poem is for the broken combs and blue magic For pink lotion and just for me texturizers I sat for 5 hours In a hot salon that smelled of… Read on
The line to sign up for this poetry slam was filled with more than 20 teens anxious to take the opportunity. I realized teens are not usually allowed a chance like this and that when given this chance, they jump at the privilege. Read on
