By E. Ethelbert Miller
Dear America, my love.
If my blackness turns to fruit
do not pull it from the vine;
let it grow from…
If my blackness turns to fruit
do not pull it from the vine;
let it grow from…
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- By E. Ethelbert Miller“I can’t breathe,” he said.
But there was no air.
Only the absence of trees
and rope. The swaying
of… - By E. Ethelbert Milleri suppose i should be
grateful to the white man
letting me out. where can
a black man in america go… - By E. Ethelbert Millerandre’s father
was from haiti
he was a happy man
who kept a jar
of white people
in his window
kept… - By E. Ethelbert Millerin cuba
a dark skin woman asks me
if i’m from angola
i try to explain in the no spanish i know
that… - By January Gill O’NeilI caught her on reruns—Nichelle Nichols
from the original Star Trek series. She was
Black like me. … - By E. Ethelbert Millerthe king’s haiku
Martin Luther King
Dancing on his mountaintop
Love raining on earth
rosa’s haiku… - By Darius Simpsondo you remember in fifth grade
when i was all of eighty pounds
soaking wet and fully clothed
i told you… - By Safiya Kamaria Kinshasashe continued to soar past the jerk barrels and carcasses of Sainsbury’s shopping bags, even the thickest…
- By Kira Alexis TuckerWild for once, we drenched and drugged and flung
our sunstarved bodies into brunching and clubbing and… - By Kira Alexis TuckerThese days, the plants are overtaking the plants,
abandoned factory packing centers overgrown
with … - By Malika Bookeri.
But Noah found grace in the eyes of the lord
and thus formed the habit of my non-naming,
there … - By Courtney Conradone of twelve, your sisters’ favorite
and nightmare. Your forearm, an interceptor
for knives aimed at … - By Anthony JosephFor Kamau,
for the furtive sound
of his phonaesthetic exegesis,
for his secret technology
of liquid … - By Yuan XinTranslated By Wang PingA little lane, 220 meters long, 6.3 meters wide.
Twenty-six years ago, I biked past the west side of … - By Yuan Xin一条小巷道，长220米，宽6.3米。
26年前的早晨，席力图召西侧，
骑着单车走过；10年前元宵节的夜晚，步行而过。
“圪料街”遗址，瓦屋三间，坍圮的砖坯墙，
立在大街正中，柏油马路到这里截断。
墙砖摇摇欲坠，… - By Casandra LópezMy phone is learning Tongva. I try—
to type Eeyore and it autocorrects: Eyooshiraaw / our language. /… - By Frank X Walkeris just a fancy word white officers
use when they bark
roll over, nigger! or sit up and beg, boy!
—and … - By Frank X WalkerCall her Moses, Conductor,
already Legend. Call her Nurse attending to open wounds.
Call her Thief, Grand… - By Frank X Walkerat our estates
we sat on the side porch
stared at humble cabins
as young bucks
worked and sweated in the…