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… Read on
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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… Read on
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… Read on
VOX Teen Poetry: ‘Prison of Perception’
Look at my skin…and predict what the future holds for me, a statistic of why America needs more police, or an absent father, imprisoned for his crimes, unable to see the day that his son will finally rise
Listen to my voice…try to imagine my past. A 9-year-old kid that hears the birds of the night, their chirping soon followed by a single mother’s cries, or a mistake, another burden of a 15-year-old girl, putting food on my plate, living in disgrace of how she got the money for it
Step into my shoes…and tell me when your feet start to hurt. Is it from all the marching, Black-on-Black crime is fine but a dead gorilla is more appalling, or walking to American History, to learn how your last name came from the rapist who divided your family.
We are all judgmental creatures, guess it’s human nature to be. I’m tired of praying every single night that I can even walk home safely, that when I do die, my mom ain’t digging my grave over a black hoodie
We may walk free, but because of our judgmental mentality, we are all enslaved mentally.But I feel something strong that moves me inside, and no longer is it fear moving down my spine
I feel this yoke of prejudice breaking, rusty like they’re worn by the slaves at the bottom of the sea. I have outgrown these handcuffs of superstitions, knowing that I can open their lock without selling a single key and anyone can thrive in this society, regardless of ethnicity.
I used to believe my skin color only guaranteed life in a penitentiary, but if my people created pyramids before Jesus Christ was conceived, hate it or love it, it’s in my genetics to succeed. So I’ll ask you once more, when you look at my skin, what do you see? A person who lives in a box society created to define me, or a regular human being who ain’t afraid to stand in front of anyone and say proudly, “only God can judge me.”
Atlanta Youth Poet Laureate Nathan Wallace Performs “My Momma”
2019 Atlanta Youth Poet Laureate Nathan Wallace brought his audience to tears when he performed this piece dedicated to his mother. Watch the video for yourself and see why.
VOX ATL Hosts Poetry Workshop With Atlanta Hawks Rookie Omari Spellman
After having so much fun back in December, VOX ATL linked up with Atlanta Hawks rookie Omari Spellman to give Atlanta youth another chance to express themselves through poetry. Check out some of the highlights.