Our Atlanta Word Works team showed up and showed out at the 2017 Brave New Voices Grand Slam Finals in San Francisco.
“I don’t know whether I chose to do poetry, more so than I was just writing, and it just turned into this. But I love it, and I never want to stop.” – Tia, 17
“If the words are pretty but they don’t fit right inside of you, then it’s not the piece that you should be writing… Only write things that are true to you.” – Jaha Bella, 17
Dear Self, When you stand in front of a mirror, your hands slide over your skin. Your fingernails never dig into your flesh, but make no mistake. You have never been gentle, and you spend this time ripping yourself apart. You pinch at your belly, and watch until the red marks of your fingers fade […]
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…
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. […]
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
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 //