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By Darrel Alejandro Holnes
In the film, both parents are Mexicans as white as
a Gitano’s bolero sung by an indigena accompanied by the Moor’s guitar
bleached by this American continent’s celluloid in 1948
when in America the world’s colors were polarized into black & blanco.
By Lauren K. Alleyne
Just like that the day is black
and blue, bruised with hate.
Just like that my skin, black
as fine leather stretches so tight
By Caits Meissner
I am 13 hours in the future & it is night / the rain is holding her breath
my friend, isn’t Penang opening to us! / a lotus unveiling a carnival
the paper lanterns are skirts / or balls pushed along by tiger’s nose
our smoke is a canon / dare devil on its way to an unnamed star
By Alison Roh Park
My daddy's hands were scarred
and through the smallest details escaped
years ago I remember them a strong
brown like here is the axe that missed
By Rebecca Black
Sergio has ink-pot eyes, girlish wrists.
He draws superheroes extremely well—
Avengers, Wolfman, El Toro Rojo,
By Susanna Lang
She had planned to offer peaches with the tea.
August was warm; the fruit had ripened to perfection.
She’d placed two paring knives on the cutting board,
set out the teapot with nasturtiums painted on the side.
By Karen Finneyfrock
My feet have been wilting in this salt-crusted cement
since the French sent me over on a steamer in pieces.
I am the new Colossus, wonder of the modern world,
a woman standing watch at the gate of power.
By Arthur Sze
Arthur Sze performs the poem "Criss Cross" at the 2010 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
By Martín Espada
Martín Espada performs the poem "Alabanza" at the 2010 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
By Patricia Smith
Patricia Smith performs "The Letter Over" at the 2010 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.