By Remica Bingham-Risher
a man is killed in Mobile, Alabama. It is 1981, nearest what some will call the last lynching in America...
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- By Cornelius EadyI’m here to tell you an old story. ThisAppears to be my work. I live in the world,Walk the streets of...
- By Karisma PriceThe Realization of a Negro’s Ambition requires melatonin & the soft dying body of a monkey face orchid...
- By Toi DerricotteWhen relatives came from out of town,we would drive down to Blackbottom,drive slowly down the congested...
- By Cornelius EadySome folks will tell you the blues is a woman,Some type of supernatural creature.My mother would tell...
- By Letta Neelythis concrete here is where my brother’s last breath left his body began to circulate elsewhere; some...
- By Bettina Juddi You can abstract anything if your psyche needs it. Anything can be turned into a past to forget— embittering...
- By Cheryl ClarkeMother Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church Nine Senior pastor state senator Name meaning “merciful...
- By Frank X. Walker...walk into a bar in America. Butterworth says, I’m being repackaged. Ben says, I’m being rebranded...
- By Isabela AgosaMy mom and I don’t spend all day talking about the white priests who raped Great Grandma Marie, unless...
- By John MurilloFor me, the movie starts with a black man Leaping into an orbit of badges, tiny moons Catching the sheen...
- By Sally Wen MaoIt is natural to live in an era when no one uttered–– and silence was glamour so I could cast one glance...
- By Cyrus ConsoleRotor wash, or the downward-flowing Air by which our helicopters formed Imprints in the jungle grass beneath ...
- By Walela NehandaCrip (noun): slang for a disabled person/the whole of the disabled community/ a school of thought Example...
- By Countee CullenIf for a day joy masters me, Think not my wounds are healed; Far deeper than the scars you see, I keep...
- By Ariana Browni’m ariana & i’ve been conquered. child of méxico, africa, usa– i have someone else’s name. i was born...
- By Ariana BrownI don’t know why most mexicans in my hood wore nike cortez’s– why the breakers in my crew polished ‘...
- By Sally Wen MaoIn Santa Monica, the sunrise has this way of emptying everything inside you. I visit my future deathbed...
- By Justin Phillip ReedThere it goes, thin thing, cheshiring between trees whose reaper-robes trail their trains deep underground...
- By James CagneyI come from the kidnapped, the assaulted— my country’tis of reparations as in-store credit backordered...