I Am Black Afrikan American, and nothing will change that Kinky coils in my hair, black and sometimes nappy Brown skin, chocolate charm, dark and happy My name is Zakai That starts with a Z I chiropractic crack all those stereotypes of me This ebony ingenuity was never new ya see Why, this is the… Read on
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VOX ATL writer Maya shares a new poem, "Feathers." Read on
I named him sky, the golden boy Skin bright, beams bouncing off my hippocampus cold-hearted and hot-headed So high my eyes turned red for him Sky spoke of home like my frontal lobe ain’t his front door like he is cramped in a space of endless possibility always there, even when I wanted to be… Read on
managing my cold sweats and nightmares is quite a task By quite a task I mean extremely difficult, seemingly impossible, and nonetheless necessary so I split myself in two for help just to manage. I sit in my own lap, rocking in a chair a rocking chair. We sleep on a mattress on the floor… Read on
VOX ATL's James Rhee delivers a poem about being OK with where you are. Read on
This is a disappearing act. It is strange how phone calls sound like alarms How alarms ring of tornado warnings How tornado warnings mirror evacuation sirens. I am often victim to surround sound. Resounds like high-frequency tinnitus It penetrates Rattles my bones. Pans and echoes until my palms are molded to my ears. What do… Read on