“give love words because bell hooks said so” by Niina Taapopi Home give love words because bell hooks said so Niina Taapopi If we had all the words in all of language to name our feelings and desires What would i call you? What would your name be? To what…
“Black Star” by Ashante Ford Home Black ★ Ashante Ford I’ve always enjoyed the act of crying. No matter what anyone said. It became the ultimate act of defiance growing up and the most beautiful form of release. It brings me closer to my humanity that an American society tries…
“The Sterling Studies” by Sterling Jr. Home "The Sterling Studies" Sterling Jr. A regional manager of a bank asked me “What made me start my writing business?” So, I said it to her very simple: “I felt tired of being someone’s scripted shadow puppet A shadow, not because I am…
“here i am” by Giovanni Thompson Home here i am Giovanni Thompson it’s terrifying how much hate they harbor within, all because they fear the color of my skin in the midst of our pain & suffering, here i am, standing in my melanin i won’t stay silent anymore there’s…
“Song of Love” by Shamiqua Frazer Home Song of Love Shamiqua Frazer I sing his name until it is all I know No other words I need speak For my actions show him all he needs to know My heart splattered on my sleeve So he can see the reflection…
“Life is a Mystery” by Stephanie Boutte Home Life is a Mystery by Stephanie Boutte Love isn't complete without hate But they certainly don't equate Either or, It comes natural for some while others Must learn No matter what, one must be determined Do fulfill your purpose Whether Dark or…
“what’s past is prologue” by Giovanni Thompson Home "what’s past is prologue" by Giovanni Thompson who would’ve thought these bandages etched across his skin from wounds of his past would be his shield and transform him into a beautiful cocoon that soulfully wraps him in preparation for the monarch butterfly…
“Story of a Phoenix” by Shamiqua Frazer Home Story of a Phoenix by Shamiqua Frazer I hear her cry, The beast within Wanting to come out. Out of the womb, Kicking and screaming, She tore her way out. Life, hard from the start Never a pause, She saw only one…
“What I See?” by ML James Home What I See? by ML James A bunch of lost and confused souls but I’m not to judge them though Killers who are drug dealers and pistol concealers People who’ve been enslaved to cave and give all that they gave to believe they…
Introducing Karen Revis, an artist based in New York City who uses printmaking and papermaking to touch on Black pop culture and Black history.