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.
I am brown/Brown, dirt is brown/They think I am dirt, dust/
They clean me out from underneath their fingernails/Wrinkle their noses in disgust/
But no, I am brown/Brown, black soil, fertile/I am soil/I am your roots/Without me no trees/No oxygen for you to breathe…