Museum
You uncarved me, turned my body inside out. Against your knife skin ribboned. Peeling scraps of flesh unwrapped my body, […]
Poems, Young Poets
Young Poets
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Cornrow
My ancestors butter their corn like they do my braids in shea. I grew into the cool kids group like
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The Old Wood Fence
Along the old wood fence A squirrel scurries An acorn in its mouth All is quiet except The faint rustle
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We Don’t Talk About That
There is something in the water. There is something inside of the walls. There is something inside of me shaped
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Take Me to My Grandmother’s Shrine …
Take me to my grandmother’s shrine Where I caught lightning bugs And they loved me Tell me how she named
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Technicolor
My grandmother tells me stories of 1960, Miami, Florida, when at twelve years old, she and nine other Catholic school