VOX ATL staff writer Christina Norris shares a poem about going from grade school to college. Read on
Poetry / all
Most days I feel nothing. You can’t imagine how hard it is to get free when the shackles are your Kin folk The tightest knit family I’ve always been jealous of The steel locked around my wrists scowls at me. Says if he is cold I am frigid The last caveman of the ice age… Read on
y’all think God would take me to heaven tonight? and keep me safe for a week? and then let me back down. do y’all think God would do my greedy ass one more favor? cause I’m in that kinda pain that you can’t sleep off, I’m in that pain you can only sleep on– but… Read on
I feel like that box cutter has legs It moved from pocket to nightstand yesterday I’ll take it back to work tomorrow Yesterday my chest felt like anchors And there was nothing to drown me in I told a girl I loved her and the sky turned black Started falling. Turned into fog and crept… Read on
If my math is correct then if I write a thousand poems in my head the moment I think about killing myself then the thought cancels out. this is an equation I never show my work for the kind of math I do doesn’t often have proofs I just do as I am told. I… Read on
ain’t no music in the grave but the rattlin of bones the resonance of moans the silence. ain’t no films in the bottom of the lake no black woman tears no time lapsed years no plot twists. ain’t no love between the tread grooves of a tire no finger-laced walking, no laughter, sweet-talkin just dust… Read on