A Child Testifies, Rage
I find the court bundles, / find the judge who / smeared my face with war paint, / fingered my veins for Pakistani valves like / my blood could be distributing homemade bombs.
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Read“A High School Senior /” and other poems
a sophomore from art class. could he paint. i kept / his scraps of craft paper / and stray eyelashes in a jewelry box my grandma bought / in italy. -
ReadThis is a Body
This is a body / You can touch me / I am organic matter / moving constantly. -
ReadRiver Queen • You’d Like To Keep It Casual / Preview of A Slasher
On a day I am walking with my cane / in Starbucks / the lady behind me inquires, / from her wheelchair, / if I am recently disabled. -
ReadJersey City Poems
A swirl of trash – / I’m dodging it. / A gust of nasty wind. / Now you’re about to be / even more remote. -
ReadSee Through and Shaking with Holes of Silver
the world ran out of people / but we’re still here / we do normal things / take the subway home to / each other hold hands / when no one’s looking -
Readwe keep finding blood
I heard in a Black boy town / there was a pool filled / with red / and the white people -
ReadDrone • Ferry Tale
The sky was a color / she loved most — / the holy blue / before Eid mornings. -
ReadThree Days Awake
Day 1: I woke and opened my eyes to a quiet morning, trying to feel if it was the end of an era. -
ReadPantoum for Baltimore
On the streets of the two cities is found / a pattern or practice of conduct that violates / the Constitution or federal law -
ReadWe Are Still Here
It is September 23, 2016, and you’re reading this because our classmates, faculty, campus, community, state, and nation didn’t listen last time -
Read“You’re So White”
My melanin is not enough to hold my culture. -
ReadI Hesitate
i know i will / before holding your hand / before kissing your cheek / in public / and for all of that i’m so sorry -
ReadI am not African • If Mercy
We need new names. / I am that Odum wood / the carpenter saws / for Darling’s bed. -
ReadThe Gaumont
My Mum kissed my Dad in the back of that mosque / When it was still the Gaumont —