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To O. E. A. ~Claude McKay Your voice is the color of a robin’s breast,      And there’s a sweet sob in it like rain—still rain in the ni...

Outcast  ~Claude McKay For the dim regions whence my fathers came My spirit, bondaged by the body, longs. Words felt, but never heard, ...

Still Waiting  ~Harryette Mullen for Alison Saar Please approach with care these figures in black. Regard with care the weight they be...

Nothingness  ~Dawn Lundy Martin I don’t want to say anything. What is it to be saying? Force speech, rape speech. I have no subjectivity ...

Down By the Carib Sea (VI: Sunset in the Tropics)  ~James Weldon Johnson A silver flash from the sinking sun, Then a shot of crimson acr...

color bleeding  ~Evie Shockley one year, i carried the blues around like a baby. sure, my coffee mugs cupped amethysts :: water gushed...

The Second Beautiful Harvest  ~Dante Micheaux I wake in the golden belly of this abode and sense some diurnal grace at work. I take my ...

Dreams  ~Paul Laurence Dunbar Dream on, for dreams are sweet:       Do not awaken! Dream on, and at thy feet       Pomegranates shall ...

[we are]  ~Quenton Baker we are prayer in the long boat                                                        a rhizomatic scream   ...

Fractured ~Hali Sofala-Jones My grandmother is only one day into her infirmity and doped up on Morphine. Her shoulder is immobile ben...

Way back when (2015), the Academy saw fit to nominate no movies or actors who were appreciably African American or any other ethnicity that ...

White Things  ~ Anne Spencer Most things are colorful things—the sky, earth, and sea.                   Black men are most men; but the ...

The Restoration  ~Gary Jackson We drank coffee and got ready, listened to 93.3 during our commute to take our mind off how every day ...

Hundreds of Purple Octopus Moms Are Super Weird, and They’re Doomed  ~January Gill O’Neil                                                 ...

Magnitude and Bond  ~Nicole Terez Dutton More than anything, I need this boy so close to my ears, his questions electric as honeybees ...

Octopus Empire  ~Marilyn Nelson What if the submarine is praying for a way it can poison the air, In which some of them have leaped f...

Love is a Flame  ~George Marion McClellan Love is a flame that burns with sacred fire,  And fills the being up with sweet desire; Yet, ...

Morning on Shinnecock ~Olivia Ward Bush-Banks The rising sun had crowned the hills,    And added beauty to the plain; O grand and wondr...

Let Me Not Lose My Dream  ~Georgia Douglas Johnson Let me not lose my dream, e'en though I scan the veil       with eyes unseeing th...

Altitude  ~Cyrus Cassells You’ve just died in my arms, But suddenly it seems we’re eternal Cali boys, Afro-haired cohorts in crime, R...