Twenty-five teens share slam poetry to become semi-finalists, sharing their art to become Atlanta’s Brave New Voices 2017 Team.
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 […]
I am a human.
I am an independent student, a visionary,
A feminine writer, driven and smart.
Some would say I am “passionate.” I would say I am “outspoken”…
The line to sign up for this poetry slam was filled with more than 20 teens anxious to take the opportunity. I realized teens are not usually allowed a chance like this and that when given this chance, they jump at the privilege.
Over the past 8 years, I have gathered that legends don’t explain themselves.
Over the past 8 years, I have seen black pride spread out amongst the 50 states in waves of melanin love and afro acceptance…
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.
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.
Safe space, safe space
It is needed these days
I fear we are drowning in silence and conformity
Putting ourselves through the agony of a filter for our words
Don’t run, dear
You are your own story…
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. […]
“It’s a great shock to realize you’re black” in America. And me being raised in white suburbia, that line is all too true.