Missing

By Courtney Taylor   We talk But I can’t even say I miss you no more Heart strands strained…sore… Lips poisoned by the memory of your taste Hands stained by the radiance of your face I loved you like I loved no other Your fingers used to trail down the length of my soul Now…

I Am

By Courtney Taylor I am fat. I am ugly. I saw these in the form of facts but does their existence make me a bad person? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and what I behold is not an image that pleases my eye, but I know that what I see is no…

Finish Line

By Alex Marchante   I was born having an asthma attack. They thought I was finished. Priest gave me my Last Rites. I was surely finished. I learned to breathe again. I wasn’t ready to be finished. But then sadness came, it made me want to finish.   I held my new breath as the…

Turbulence

By Bemsi Wallang  there is beauty in every friend in every hurt in every dread i am at a point where my life is more of my own than it has ever been and more than it will ever be again so when i am stricken with affliction drowning in the immensity of the waves…

The Drunkard Always Speaks the Truth

By Rashaad Pierre Have you ever lost friends before? Have your friends been killed? In front of you? Next to you? Have you attended their funeral? The casket is smaller … So much more smaller isn’t? Count them … Count how many! Now!!! That is all. This poem is as short as the lives they…

Dear Black Kings

Dear my black kings,    I know you are under attack and have been since the beginning of time. So, I just wanted to take the time to remind you of the kings you are. Even though the world wishes to paint you as just monsters, hooligans, and thugs.    You are foragers of endless promise with empires…

The Gun

By Rashaad Pierre I remember the day like it was yesterday The first day I held you You were cold at first But then you warmed up to me You were small yet so heavy When I showed you off people ran But I kept you so close … so dangerously close When we held…

Rain

By Tameron Colbert   Farewell wind to the east As the drapes blow steady to the sound The window stare paints soft While the artist dances loft   We question those we cannot stand Only to find the answer in Our hand Dreadful was the portrait man Asking questions only to a woman   Sounds…

If Ants Ruled the World

By Rashaad Pierre Disunity will be the end of my people I apologize disunity has already ended my people. Is it illogical to say that we are partially the reason for our own enslavement? Our own eradication? We have dissolved our greatest asset. And gained one of our ugliest contributions to the world … ourselves….

What is Wrong with Us ?

By Rashaad Pierre As I passionately display my emotions. It will all mean nothing … As we are all going through the motions. What is wrong with us? We need a reality check, but prefer a reality show We are raised by mothers, but call our women bitches and hoes Again I ask What is…