
Sometimes it Hurts Being Black [Poetry]
I have many enemies One happens to be the inner me I question the excellency of this Black energy True, I am great, as are
I have many enemies One happens to be the inner me I question the excellency of this Black energy True, I am great, as are
Look at their eyes They’re staring back at you On the verge of tears Afraid their blood will smear, the cement Black, more than a
VOX ATL teen poet Zakai Beck debuts with his poem “Human.” A piece about our differences that make us all alike. We make up earth.