old grandad whiskey | grandma’s dementia — an Atlanta Word Works Original

  |  Topic: Atlanta Teen Voices, Atlanta Word Works, Poetry
Written By: Ogechi N. Ofodu
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Atlanta WordWorks Wednesday #ATLWWW Weekly poems from your Team Atlanta representatives of Brave New Voices 2017 DeAndre, 18, class of 2020 of Morehouse College and is the only male on AWW’s Team Atlanta this season. With his own unique D.C.-native niche (we’re still learning the slang) he enhances the wisdom of the team. A painter […]

‘African-American Freakshow’ A Poem

  |  Topic: Atlanta Word Works, Poetry, Race/Ethnicity
Written By: Ogechi Ofodu, 19, Georgia State University
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Ladies and Gentlemen! Children of all ages! Welcome to the African-American Freakshow!   Where you learn my African-not-“American” name,  Ogechi And you pause… then you then you utter “Oh, it’s a beautiful name” But, your eyes tell lies and your beauty is just a white/polite way of saying bizarre, weird, odd But I forgot, this […]

‘The Salon’ A Poem about Hair

  |  Topic: Atlanta Teen Voices, Atlanta Word Works, Girl Code, Identity, Poetry
Written By: Mailo., 16, Campbell High School
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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 […]

‘And Still I Rise’ Teen Spoken Word Workshop & Poetry Slam

  |  Topic: Atlanta Teen Voices, Atlanta Word Works, Poetry, Videos
Written By: Christian Stallworth, Holyn Thigpen and Mikael Trench
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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.

Black Girl Fly

  |  Topic: Atlanta Word Works, Poetry, Race/Ethnicity
Written By: Scenarious Thurmond, Atlanta Word Works Poetry Slam Poet
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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…