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 […]
“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
With a pen graced with cocoa butter, abundant metaphors and a genuine raw soul, Tia’s words and wisdom of self supersede her years, and we cannot wait what will come from her this season as she trains represents Team Atlanta at Brave New Voices in July.
I go up to the stage
My hands are clamming and my heart is thumping loudly against my ear drum
I keep my mouth closed by biting my bottom lip,
Anticipating the judge’s first word …
this is addressed to the grown man who rolled down the window of his beat up 2004 impala upon seeing me jog down atlanta road to yell,
“Damn shawty! Who you tryna get fine for?”
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 […]
Twenty-five teens share slam poetry to become semi-finalists, sharing their art to become Atlanta’s Brave New Voices 2017 Team.
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 […]
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…