In private,
I have seen men tear at their chests as if to claw out a still beating heart.
I have seen men buckle and heave, crying for their mothers.
I have seen men spit and punch, curse and beg. Continue reading “Lessons Learned Late by Brianna Bowman”
Bombshell
God showed me how I was made last night.
She came to me in a dream, all barefoot and African regal,
And She told me that I am a bomb.
I am the nuclear explosion that will drive out the dark.
I have Napalm on my tongue and a fuse in my mind;
God told me that I was designed to speak fire into the air of Her Earth.
She said that on the sixth morning, She used a yam tree to pick out Her afro, Continue reading “2 Pieces | Mia S. Willis”
Dear friend
You seem to forget
You’re the same as me
Survivors of reality
Hearts beating rapidly
Lost in the sea
Of our venom
As you spit yours at me
Did you actually
Just unzip your jeans?
Do you understand
What it means
When you dribble out
Your obscenities?
Your humanity Continue reading “Letter To My Latest Street Abuser | Siobhan Tebbs”
the middle east wasn’t called the middle east before the west started calling it that.
i learned this three years into college,
twenty-one years into the first generation,
and so many poems deep about how
this region is a cat back and forth
under the DNA propping up my blood. Continue reading “if teta never had to leave lebanon i wonder if she would make preserves | Jess Rizkallah”
THE FEM 
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