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By Venus Thrash
Deep in the heart of the Garden of Eden,
past the Euphrates & Tigris riverbanks,
the marsh grass, reed beds, bulrushes,
By Eduardo C. Corral
Are the knees & elbows
the first knots
the dead untie?
By Shailja Patel
back onto itself, sing tearing
whole again, sing altered
By Danez Smith
one is hard & the other tried to be
one is fast & the other was faster
one is loud & one is a song
By Natalie Diaz
In the Kashmir mountains,
my brother shot many men,
blew skulls from brown skins,
By Daniel Nathan Terry
There are oaks that remember
what we would forget--the burn of the rope,
how a body takes on more weight
By Derrick Weston Brown
Your brown skin is not a bomb.
Your brown skin does not mean bomb.
Though they doctor pictures.
By Lauren May & Asha Gardner
This poem is in video format.
By Truth Thomas
Shayna reads the Word and takes
the story of that first miracle as
serious as unpaid electric bills in
By Lillian Allen
The boy is broken on the sidewalk
The sidewalk is broken beneath him
His colour is back (not black)