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Instilled in a SlaveA Poem by Bennyb15This poem is about the pains of slavery |
1812A Story by Some Random Person.In Author's note. It was a Social Studies project.... Hope you enjoy! |
HomeA Story by BuniheartHome is were the river flows, Humming through the willows. Home is milkweed in your hair, With hemlock moss your pillows. Home, if only you could .. |
Watermelon SugarA Poem by Arly ParentIn watermelon sugar lies the death of a man, doing the only thing only a watermelon can lay low the giant straight, dark, and tall beat d.. |
Angel of TobagoA Poem by SolomonI left Tobago on a gypsy boat: six womenand a barrel full of wine; rock-ginger and a manwith blue eye. The sun made us thirst.We threw our dresses int.. |
Child of the sandA Poem by David RoukenWe are equal, but none could be less so. A poem written for an English assignment, hope you like it? |
Half-OriginalA Poem by Abdul Batin Osman BeySometimes I feel a bit lonely |
Black Woman : I Love YouA Poem by Solum LupusA poem about the struggles, essence and successes of the Black Woman. |
CommunalismA Poem by Abdul Batin Osman BeyThe goal of all Spirituality and Anarchism |
Heavy Quotes and Button Strings:The Words I Learne..A Poem by Arly ParentIt's been a rough semester. These are quotes of things I've heard throughout the past...5-6 months (with maybe a few outliers) from just...too many pe.. |
Colour BlindA Poem by Cici GarciaThe people watch me. They stare at my every move like I’m some sort of sideshow. They become frightened when the topic of ethnicity comes up.. |
Egyption RatA Chapter by Saki Kikkiochapter 2 |
Greener GrassesA Poem by The Blood PoetA poem about Sickle Cell Anemia. (Previously published in "The Great Black North: Contemporary African Canadian Poetry") |
SafariA Poem by The Blood Poeta strange blue painting a gurney the sound of a blood pressure pump the smell of antiseptic an abandoned wheelchair an old wom.. |
My HeartA Poem by The Blood PoetOn Wednesday I had an echocardiogram done an ultrasound for the heart to check to make sure everything was ok. For the first time in .. |
FatigueA Poem by The Blood Poetas a kid I felt I could never catch up with my friends with my homework physically or catch my breath everything felt like I was ru.. |
The Empire of the SoulA Poem by The Blood Poetthe sacred wound a sacred life the womb that no knife can cut. The tribe migration deeper into the mountains looking fo.. |
Belly WisdomA Poem by The Blood Poetthe sacred wound a sacred life the womb that no knife can cut. The tribe migration deeper into the mountains looking .. |
AmadiA Poem by Dana Alsamsamwritten from the perspective of a working age african man in chicago whose funding from the government has expired. |