‘African-American Freakshow’ A Poem

  |  Topic: Atlanta Word Works, Poetry, Race/Ethnicity

Ladies and Gentlemen! Children of all ages! Welcome to the African-American Freakshow!   Where you learn my African-not-“American” name,  Ogechi And you pause… then you then you utter “Oh, it’s a beautiful name” But, your eyes tell lies and your beauty is just a white/polite way of saying bizarre, weird, odd But I forgot, this […]

‘The Salon’ A Poem about Hair

  |  Topic: Atlanta Teen Voices, Atlanta Word Works, Girl Code, Identity, Poetry

This poem is for the broken combs and blue magic For pink lotion and just for me texturizers I sat for 5 hours In a hot salon that smelled of crack conditioner and oil sheen There is where I learned that I defy gravity I learned that finger waves make your hair grow And essential […]

Safe Spaces

  |  Topic: Poetry

Flowers must first crack through their seeds in order to reach the light, and that takes effort, but it happens naturally as a cycle of life.
I’d say so does our growth.