“The names you give me are based off of your stereotype of what you think I should be. You can’t figure out what I am. You tar and feather me, Black tar White feathers.”
“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.”
Maya Martin talked with poet Clementine von Radics about
To that Black Girl. You are not ugly, you are just broke. Those celebrities wouldn’t be nothing without those clothes, makeup, and implants. Your future husband is going to love you, girl.
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?”