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Ma Mere n’a Jamais eu des ailes (My momma never had wings)

By Pages Matam Ma Mere n'a Jamais eu des ailes
My momma never had wings
But she could tap dance on hurricanes

Congo

By Lauryn Nesbitt As long as you wake up everyday you should have
no reason to complain, right
i guess if i'm still breathing then i'm not really
Venus Thrash

Uncivil

By Venus Thrash I am wearing a white tux with tails,
or a baby blue one with a ruffly shirt,
or decked out in classic black, or coolly
Sherwin Bitsui

In a cornfield at the bottom of a sandstone canyon

By Sherwin Bitsui In a cornfield at the bottom of a sandstone canyon,
wearing the gloves of this song tightly over closed ears;
the bursting sun presses licks of flame
Carlos Andrés Gómez

Never Again (Rwanda Poem)

By Carlos Andrés Gómez This poem is in video format.
Natalie Illum

IV. Wheel Spinning

By Natalie Illum The first time I saw these activists turned
acrobats, I was immobilized as they arched
through hoops, twisting like DNA.
Lenelle Moïse

Mud Mothers

By Lenelle Moïse the children of haiti
are not mythological
we are starving
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