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Nia Goes to Brave New Voices with ‘Black Lives Matter’

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As the Atlanta Word Works team goes to Washington D.C. to compete in Brave New Voices July 12-16, we are proud to share their work. 

Nia Lundkvist, 18, attends Spelman College. 

When did you first start writing poetry? The first poem I can remember writing was at age 9, but I first started consistently writing poetry at age 14.

What inspired you to start writing poetry? I started writing honestly because I saw a lot spoken word performances, and I thought they were so amazing and so beautiful and I wanted to learn. I wanted to be just like them.

What is your writing process? My writing process is very lax, not very structured. I write very much in the moment. If I feel like I need to write, I just sit down and write. It could come out being two lines; it come out being a full poem. I never know, I just start writing … usually what I want to say comes out better when I speak than when I’m writing.

Do you have a poet you admire? Audre Lorde. I love her so much because she’s very clear with what she’s saying. Her point is very clear, but her phrasing and her metaphors are so spot on and hard core. She’s so unapologetic with her words and I love it. I would love to be just like her.

 

For those who mispunctuate

Black

Lives

Matter

With a question mark

We weren’t asking for your permission

I mean really, how privileged do you have to be to dismiss the significance of an entire race

Okay this message was supposed to be easy I mean it’s only 3 words

A simple sentence with a subject and verb

But it seems the only part you heard was some absurd punctuation your imagination conjured up

To keep your conscience from contamination

But you can take your crooked punctuations and curve them into a cup around your ear

And for once take the time to hear what it means to not matter

Like

Like grouped by flesh in broken down projects and left for dead

Like when the only places to eat in a five mile radius

Are the fifteen fast food restaurants strategically placed down your block

Like expected to grocery shop at gas stations and liquor stores

We’re still treated like property value

Black bodies must behave like our neighborhood buildings

Gentrified if found to be worth saving

Or broken down until disintegration

Black bodies have always mattered for capital from the moment we first grazed this colonized terrain

Black bodies are the building blocks of this nation we stand on their graves

Black bodies, old and new slaves,

Were solely meant for economic gain

Black bodies were to be counted on, counted out, and when they stopped working, just counted

Black bodies are pulled apart bit by bit like full lips, brown skin, wide hips, real thick and sold for profit

Black bodies are the makers of music that enthuses white consumers

Black bodies are forced fed dreams to be fit

Recruited to take hits in the name of athletics

To fund a college that wouldn’t admit him otherwise

Please realize that black bodies have always mattered

But to acknowledge the value of black lives

Would abolish a system that’s promised privilege to the paler pigment that would pillage villages as effortless as I spit

Since my mere existence has immeasurable weight for me

I pray that your privilege takes these three words off my back

Black

Lives

Matter

Lies

When black boy dies by other black boys’ gun

I’ve never seen you run into the rays of the street lights screaming for his rights

You’re too numb to show the same love to him you demand from us white men

You don’t even value your own kind

So why should I

Care about another black body?

I guess you must have forgotten about the God you gave me

Tried to Erase me

Through centuries of destruction and slavery

The fact that my skin makes yours crawl

Has nothing to do with our divine being

You can’t change my religion and tell me the only savior you left doesn’t even love me

How dare you be so selfish

Sitting on your sofa

Reading a newspaper story about a black thug killing a white victim

You’re sickened

Upset because it didn’t make the late night news

Taking misguided rage to your Twitter page

#WhiteGenocide

#WhiteLivesMatter

#AllLivesMatter

Claiming to be well-versed in reverse racism

Tell me, how can you bite the hand that never even reached out to feed you in the first place?

I hope you’ve heard what I’ve had to say

And if you don’t take anything else away

Hear this:

Black Lives Matter

Period.

Check out more Atlanta Word Works Poets at Brave New Voices. 

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Video shot and edited by Dasia Evertsz, 17, is a rising senior at Our Lady of Mercy High School who has an interest in poetry.

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