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
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
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
Twenty-five teens share slam poetry to become semi-finalists, sharing their art to become Atlanta’s Brave New Voices 2017 Team.
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
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
Over the past 8 years, I have gathered that legends don’t explain themselves.
Over the past 8 years, I have seen black pride spread
Flowers must first crack through their seeds in order to reach the light, and that takes effort, but it happens naturally as a cycle of
The sun leaves goodnight kisses like a mother does to her child. The breeze dances across the water’s surface and the waves perform an endless
Safe space, safe space
It is needed these days
I fear we are drowning in silence and conformity
Putting ourselves through the
Editors Note: Cleave Poetry is an experimental form of poetry that allows the reader to look at a poem in parts or as a whole. Both
