Twenty-five teens share slam poetry to become semi-finalists, sharing their art to become Atlanta's Brave New Voices 2017 Team. Read on
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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 hot salon that smelled of crack conditioner and oil sheen There is where I learned that I defy gravity I learned that finger waves make your hair grow And essential… Read on
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 not usually allowed a chance like this and that when given this chance, they jump at the privilege. Read on
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/
But no, I am brown/Brown, black soil, fertile/I am soil/I am your roots/Without me no trees/No oxygen for you to breathe... Read on