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To a Brown boy

That brown girl’s swagger gives a twitch To beauty like a Queen, Lad, never damn your body’s itch When loveliness is seen. For there is ample room for bliss In pride in clean brown limbs, And lips know better how to kiss Than how to raise white hymns. And when your body’s death gives birth

Mother to Son

Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor — Bare. But all the time I’se been a-climbin’ on, And reachin’ landin’s, And turnin’ corners, And sometimes goin’ in the dark Where

Clergy in Charlottesville Were Trapped by Torch-Wielding Nazis

Cornel West & Rev. Traci Blackmon: Clergy in Charlottesville Were Trapped by Torch-Wielding Nazis We continue our roundtable discussion on violence that erupted in Charlottesville, Virginia, over the weekend as thousands of neo-Nazis, KKK members and other white nationalists began descending on the city to participate in the “Unite the Right” rally. Thousands of counterprotesters

An Open Letter to Trump About DACA

An Open Letter to Trump About DACA, from a Dreamer Dear President Trump, My name is Juan Escalante. I am a long time Florida resident, the oldest of three brothers, and a two-time graduate of Florida State University. I am also an undocumented immigrant who considers myself American in all ways but one — on paper. My family and I

“I don’t know if my family…” and “68 Children among the dead”

[TWO WEEKS IN APRIL 2017] REPORTED CHEMICAL WEAPON ATTACK IN SYRIA http://www.cnn.com/2017/04/05/middleeast/idlib-syria-attack/ Victim: ‘I don’t know if my family is dead or alive’ Mazin Yusif, a 13-year-old-boy, broke down in tears at the Reyhanli Hospital in southern Turkey near the Syrian border. About 25 survivors of Tuesday’s attack are being treated there, and several said

Home

Home, by Warsan Shire (British-Somali poet) no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark. you only run for the border when you see the whole city running as well. your neighbours running faster than you, the boy you went to school with who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory

New rules, same humans [February 2017]

SUN TIMES. OPINION 02/26/2017, 11:07pm Opinion: New rules, same humans Connie Schultz On Tuesday morning of last week, less than an hour after U.S. officials deported Guadalupe Olivas Valencia to Mexico, he leapt to his death from a bridge that connects our two countries. BBC News reported witnesses describing Olivas, who was 45, as distressed

Poetry in a Time of Protest [2017]

http://www.newyorker.com/culture/cultural-comment/poetry-in-a-time-of-protest CULTURAL COMMENT POETRY IN A TIME OF PROTEST By Edwidge Danticat January 31, 2017 The day that Donald Trump was sworn in as President of the United States, I went to hear the Alabama-based poet Ashley M. Jones read from her book “Magic City Gospel” at my local bookstore in Miami, a city that