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By Siaara Freeman
When I say ancestors, let’s be clear:
I mean slaves. I’m talkin’ Tennessee
cotton & Louisiana suga. I mean grave dirt.
By Cintia Santana
By Aurora Levins Morales
Why do they call us "the patient"
We are not patient. We endure.
By Adela Najarro
I have learned to speak dementia
by looking straight into her eyes
smiling, laughing, then digging deep
By Allison Adelle Hedge Coke
Your arm was twisted, bone exposed
face past point of wet stained,
fledgling fell there
By Joselia Rebekah Hughes
Black able rack able
hack able tack able
lack able slack able
By Liv Mammone
The train is a creature that moves like water.
It has no eyes, only a sharp
mouth that closes on those too slow.
By David James "DJ" Savarese
The ear that hears the cardinal
hears in red;
the eye that spots the salmon
By Eli Clare
By Jorrell Watkins
We shark mouthed, crusty lip, ashy ankle, hairline vanished, brothas
High water sportin’, reebok rockin’, nobody’s name brand brothas.