Tag Archives: poetry

Blackgirls Matter

  but we don’t see her enough. to know she’s not stronger than steel that super-human shit is made for TV but made for real life blackgirls break we matter but we don’t hear ourselves enough. screams are muted by stereotypes and assumptions that swallow and misunderstand our words when they are not softly-spoken or standardized making us feel foreign in our own damn land we belong here because we belong everywhere   we matter but we are not present enough. forced, always, to think ahead and defend ourselves to think back and protect ourselves blackgirls lives are fleeting taken …Read more »

no love

i don’t write love poetry anymore or/poetry about love my heart and bed are empty my thoughts a distant memory of/what love used to be * i once wrapped my life & legs around him watched from the outside as i lost myself in someone else who didn’t lose himself in me it was an out of body experience & when he touched me, he moved me mentally his voice melted me like butter & in his presence i was weak when he would walk into a room it was his eyes that would speak saying, “Robin, c’mere” & i …Read more »

Holloween, The Mourning-After Poem

At a Halloween house party where I was one of two African American college students, I came to represent available, accessible sex. I was transformed from a sexual subject to object by the rap music and by the anonymous white guy who groped me. The rap music was so loud that I could not hear my soul yelling “No.” I felt hollow. I did nothing that night. I was consumed with rage. This is my mourning-after poem, my way of reconstructing and reclaiming that (body) part of me. I still feel the echo, My voice cursing This drunken 6 ft. …Read more »

Climbing PoeTree, on a Long, Summer’s Day

Some days are so long. Some days being an activist takes all the energy you have, and some that you don’t. Some days you get up in the morning and think about the moment, 12, 14 or 16 hours later, when you will get to be still again. But sometimes, on those long days, there’s an unexpected gift from the universe. Yesterday was, for me, a very long day. A day full of long strategy meetings, wonky conference calls, sticky summertime heat, and subway cars with no air conditioning. But then, many hours on, the day found its purpose. At …Read more »

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