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 […]
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 […]
But I do know that you’re the water I won’t pour
No need to water the plants of a world that’s so crossed
I have no way to run now, so together we’re lost.
I was supposed to be a fly on the wall
Just an unbiased observer
But when the chants turn gospels
And the streets of Atlanta turn to holy
You must become congregation…
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 […]
The rituals we follow before November eighth
Empty the car and flood into the voter booth,
Me, and my mother, and my baby brother to boot.
Cole, from Atlanta Word Works, describes the healing process of poetry and teamwork created by and for the Brave New Voices Atlanta team.
The Be Pretty, Not Petty event included a chance to teen girls in Atlanta to share their reflections and voices. “The way I see beauty is not from what clothes you wear or how your hair looks, but what is on the inside,” wrote one teen.
An original poem by Grace LaFlotte.
Original poem by Rebecca Jeltuhin, VOX Teen Staff member.