In “Therapy,” poet Michaiah Edwards starts off by saying, she is in fact, not a poet.
…I am not yours.
I am a human and I want to be treated like one.
“R.I.P. to your burst bubble
Before, you thought we were trouble
This movie dragged us out the rubble
And had you colonizers seeing double.”
“I live in a small town
Where standing out is uncommon
Sometimes not even safe
There are always parking spaces
Yet there’s not always room for love”
We are in a millennial civil rights movement, and “Black Panther” will go down in history as coming at the perfect time.
“When you govern this nation, You govern the PEOPLE. Keep belittling us and we’re going to rise up higher than your ego.”
Maya Martin talked with poet Clementine von Radics about
To that Black Girl. You are not ugly, you are just broke. Those celebrities wouldn’t be nothing without those clothes, makeup, and implants. Your future husband is going to love you, girl.
VOX alum Caliph Riley III shares a poem from his new book, “Tongue The Trigga.”
This week’s VOX Teen Poetry piece comes from Avanti who asks, “If purity is crushed so easily, Are there any good souls left in this world?”