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Of No Nation, a Poem by A'Ja Lyons
I’ll never know their names But I bear the signs of their pride The sacrifices The stains Which bore many gifts That led to my gains The phonetics and poetics of my name That map the linguistic trail of my bloodline Pieces and particulars Scattered and tarnished Woven together for the tapestry that is me Humble farmers Forced to migrate In waves of pain Among dangerous waves Of seas that swallowed Pieces of me, He, and she In salvation As we became those without a nation Stra
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Jul 30, 20213 min read


Good Trouble, a Poem by Chella Courington
. Good Trouble I was fifteen in a small Alabama town when I first heard your name John Lewis, then Edmund Pettus Bridge. Their clubs...
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Jul 17, 20211 min read


Facing Up, a Poem by Lynn White
You’re looking past her avoiding her eyes, the eyes of the woman in the front line of the protest the one who reminds you of your mother...
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Jul 9, 20211 min read
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