Atlanta WordWorks Wednesday #ATLWWW Weekly poems from your Team Atlanta representatives of Brave New Voices 2017 DeAndre, 18, class of 2020 of Morehouse College and
“If the words are pretty but they don’t fit right inside of you, then it’s not the piece that you should be writing… Only write
With a pen graced with cocoa butter, abundant metaphors and a genuine raw soul, Tia’s words and wisdom of self supersede her years, and we
I go up to the stage
My hands are clamming and my heart is thumping loudly against my ear drum
I keep my
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
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
I am brown/Brown, dirt is brown/They think I am dirt, dust/
They clean me out from underneath their fingernails/Wrinkle their noses in disgust/
