VOX Teen Poetry: “I Am Black”
Zakai Beck
May 14, 2020
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
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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
VOX ATL writer Maya shares a new poem, “Feathers.”
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
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
VOX ATL’s James Rhee delivers a poem about being OK with where you are.
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
y’all think God would take me to heaven tonight? and keep me safe for a week? and then let me back down. do y’all think
I feel like that box cutter has legs It moved from pocket to nightstand yesterday I’ll take it back to work tomorrow Yesterday my chest
If my math is correct then if I write a thousand poems in my head the moment I think about killing myself then the thought
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
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
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