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By Daria-Ann Martineau
I find myself noticing you again
eight years later,
you coming out of the earth, pale,
erect, shadow over men.
You can’t be buried.
By Safia Elhillo
i sat by the lake & ate five tiny oranges & every strand
of flesh & pith was my teacher
i grew warm & soft in the sun & from this ripening
made a poem to search for my teacher
By Natalie Wee
I was born in 1993, the year Regie Cabico became the first
Asian American to win the Nuyorican Poets Cafe Grand Slam.
By Shatha Almutawa
When they ask you
How many days were you away?
Don’t say two weeks
They want to know the exact number
Tell them 11 days
By Noor Ibn Najam
to become earth’s sugar, to be a seedless
orange offered. to want fruit
to unwind from the concept of sex
By Claudia Rojas
(We) DMV centers will see and take less of us.
(are) We will not miss a day of work or school
By Darius Simpson
dangerously good at freeze tag, like ghost good
drenched in red puddles, but on his way
down by the gutter river
By Alexis Smithers
Standing in line, waiting to go into the Library of Congress
a black woman stands two people ahead of me and
a white security guard says to her,
It’s a beautiful day.
By Azura Tyabji
If the meaning of the prayer was not passed down to you,
find it through holier means than translation.
Cling to the rhythm instead.
By Maren Lovey Wright-Kerr
when the makeup aisle stops at “caramel”
the makeup industry just thinks you already too pretty to need they products