“Dear Self” A Poem about Body Image

  |  Topic: Atlanta Teen Voices, Atlanta Word Works, Health and Wellness, Poetry

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 […]

‘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 […]

We Are All a Little Racist

  |  Topic: Identity, Poetry, Race/Ethnicity
Race

We are all a little racist. It is not just a matter of black and white Or colors that do not blend in with the night It is the monster that hides away in our brains Driving our ingrained judgement insane. We are all a little racist. There is no predator there is no prey […]