“I usually smell like back yard dirt, often I taste like tire rubber, / If I’m dribbled I sound like door knocks and I feel like a / smooth rubber with a plethora of tiny bumps.”
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“They treat me like a wild anima / Is that even legal?”
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“I sat there back against my wall, pillow in hand to cover the sounds of my broken cries, drenched in sweat and tears of hurt.”
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“My mom and dad were born on the same day. I remember we would celebrate their birthday like it was their last birthday on earth.”
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“Repeatedly, a melancholic night descends, as star lights come on one by one. My face pales, my hands ice-cold, because it’s time for me to take the blood of a stranger.”
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“I live my life in flashes of light. From my creation in a dark, dreary factory, I’ve only seen the world in small glimpses.”
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“As she walks in the room everyone stops to admire her messy afro / She is a walking beauty / Her radiant skin glows from across the room?
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Our black and brown students have been telling us how they’re feeling, right now.
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“‘Six feet apart please, six feet apart,’ I called out as I paced down a long line of food bank recipients that wrapped around the entrance…”
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“She took a deep breath and vaulted herself inside the barrier which was there as usual, and this time she reckoned she’d have to boost her mind's energy to get through…”
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“I’m afraid you might have / just twisted your pen in the wrong direction / causing it to swerve, skid, stop / and perhaps be laughed and mocked at…”
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“A mansion sits on an ancient hill / with elegant ballrooms, / graced in delicate crystal chandeliers, / and studies lined with books…”
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“The slimy grapefruit was the eye of the crocodile / until the day two hunters lurked out from the shadows of the fruit…”
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“There once was a time when the top of my head could not yet reach father’s thigh and my pudgy hands were no bigger than those sour tangerines mother used to buy from the local market. Still, I didn’t let any of that stop me from falling in love.”
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“When my great-grandmother S. was my age, seventeen, she left her home in Warsaw, never to see her parents again.”
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