In “Therapy,” poet Michaiah Edwards starts off by saying, she is in fact, not a poet.
…I am not yours.
I am a human and I want to be treated like one.
“R.I.P. to your burst bubble
Before, you thought we were trouble
This movie dragged us out the rubble
And had you colonizers seeing double.”
We are in a millennial civil rights movement, and “Black Panther” will go down in history as coming at the perfect time.
Maya Martin talked with poet Clementine von Radics about
This week’s VOX Teen Poetry piece comes from Avanti who asks, “If purity is crushed so easily, Are there any good souls left in this world?”
“When I have a daughter I will teach her, her importance and her worth, And that she has every right to hold any field on the face of the earth”
“I don’t know whether I chose to do poetry, more so than I was just writing, and it just turned into this. But I love it, and I never want to stop.” – Tia, 17
How sweet the sound
As the harmony floated about the bellies of slave ships…
So, this fancy-shmancy, whitey-ditey musuem stuck its only black exhibit in the basement.