I walk into the place that I used to call home Embracing my mother for the first time in forever But the love doesn’t feel the same Even though she loves me the same I am met with the guilt from being away for so long Dreading her calls when I just want to be… Read on
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P-r-i-d-e The only thing I’ve seen Besides lost dreams that can shrivel up like sweat drops Heart stops from slanged rocks Because growing up in a bricked jungle is the perfect climate For — pressure to make diamonds dimmer than stars — that are beyond the world and god Seen it Yet I’ve seen pride… Read on
Willow When I first said I love you you smiled mimicked me and ran away. When you came back I dropped everything to hold your hand while you cried. Man, did you cry! and sing through the guitar scream over the piano and bleed under the blue light, but you reached out to hold someone… Read on
steady six months of watching through the window but it’s hard to see through my reflection the world passes by i hoped to stop it in time to say hello to have a nice conversation — to listen to a song or two. but apathy blocked my view. it just glanced with its stinging eyes… Read on
VOX ATL contributor and Leap Year fellow Alajha delivers a new poem. Read on
VOX ATL Alajha DeBruce shares her first poem with us. Read on