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.
Look in the mirror, how lovely you are
You take the time in perfecting your nature
Seeing not even a scratch or a scar
Your bright eyes show signs that you’re now mature
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 …
A Wednesday night, during a dinner date with procrastination
Scrolling through YouTube aimlessly when a Buzzfeed video
in my recommended reads, “People Try Kylie Jenner’s Ramen.”
I am a human.
I am an independent student, a visionary,
A feminine writer, driven and smart.
Some would say I am “passionate.” I would say I am “outspoken”…
Over the past 8 years, I have gathered that legends don’t explain themselves.
Over the past 8 years, I have seen black pride spread out amongst the 50 states in waves of melanin love and afro acceptance…