The sun leaves goodnight kisses like a mother does to her child. The breeze dances across the water’s surface and the waves perform an endless routine that they’ve been practicing for quite a while now.
Editors Note: Cleave Poetry is an experimental form of poetry that allows the reader to look at a poem in parts or as a whole. Both the left and right sides can stand as independent poems and can be read separately or they can be combined and read together. DeAndre Washington is an 18-year old from Washington D.C. […]
I was supposed to be a fly on the wall
Just an unbiased observer
But when the chants turn gospels
And the streets of Atlanta turn to holy
You must become congregation…
The wooden stairs creak more
My edges grow, leave, and grow again
Nostalgia becomes a person who haunts my daydreams…
Don’t Bat an eye. Fly In the face of the place From which you ascended. Curtsy and smile As though you never attempted to flee, And embrace The new space though its Prickles will often impale you and Lick the saccharine wine turned Burgundy As it leaks. You found your fate remains Conjoined to the […]
There’s much to say but I’d rather sit in silence with myself
Because even if I was talking, you wouldn’t hear
But this silence screams your name
What will happen to me in this world?
‘Merica, a mistake in the making.
Planting drugs in my community.
Whatever happened to our “equal opportunity”?
i want a home without death without fear //
the house i live in struggles with welcoming me //
it doesn’t accept my skin just because it is riddled in naps & honey //
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…
I am girl/and girl does not mean/“Sexualize me”/“Pry me apart”/“Look me up and down.”