Womanhood by Catherine Anderson

She slides over the hot upholstery of her mother's car, this schoolgirl of fifteen who loves humming & swaying with the radio. Her entry into womanhood will be like all the other girls'-- a cigarette and a joke, as she strides up with the rest to a brick factory where she'll sew rag rugs from... Continue Reading →

Power by Audre Lorde

The difference between poetry and rhetoric is being ready to kill yourself instead of your children. I am trapped on a desert of raw gunshot wounds and a dead child dragging his shattered black face off the edge of my sleep blood from his punctured cheeks and shoulders is the only liquid for miles and... Continue Reading →

To Black Women by Gwendolyn Brooks

Sisters, where there is cold silence no hallelujahs, no hurrahs at all, no handshakes, no neon red or blue, no smiling faces prevail. Prevail across the editors of the world who are obsessed, self-honeying and self-crowned in the seduced arena. It has been a hard trudge, with fainting, bandaging and death. There have been startling... Continue Reading →

To a Dark Girl by Gwendolyn B. Bennett

I love you for your brownness And the rounded darkness of your breast I love you for the breaking sadness in your voice And shadows where your wayward eye-lids rest. Something of old forgotten queens Lurks in the lithe abandon of your walk And something of the shackled slave Sobs in the rhythm of your... Continue Reading →

Who Taught You to Hate Yourself

Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair? Who taught you to hate the color of your skin? To such extent you bleach, to get like the white man. Who taught you to hate the shape of your nose and the shape of your lips? Who taught you to hate yourself from the... Continue Reading →

Power by Audre Lorde

The difference between poetry and rhetoric is being ready to kill yourself instead of your children. I am trapped on a desert of raw gunshot wounds and a dead child dragging his shattered black face off the edge of my sleep blood from his punctured cheeks and shoulders is the only liquid for miles and... Continue Reading →

TDOV

Today is Transgender Day of Visibility and the reality is one of the things I often wish for most in life is to be invisible. Its unexplainable what we as trans people enure living on the cusp of being hyper visible, but shut out and turned away from people, services, opportunities, chances at survival. This... Continue Reading →

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