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“Grey” by Alnaika

Panic struck as I felt a slip back into old habits
Why is this path so easy to follow?
Don’t follow me
For I would only lead us into disarray
I can’t help but be his damsel in distress
Filled with disappointment
The plan is to micro manage
For I cannot let go of control
I cried over the loss of perfection
I shattered glass to relax my anger
It didn’t break as I would hope for
My clouded judgement left doubt in my mind
I went to bed with thoughts of failure,
after I woke up feeling grey.

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Becoming One

Our foreheads press together as we lie

Breath exhaled from your lungs becomes entangled with mine

I am enveloped by our intimacy

Secrets I’ve never shared sit tucked away in the shadows of my memory

Now they escape my mouth again

Into a place you’ve made safe


Our foreheads press together

Our breath becomes entangled

Our selves transform into one being

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Lessons From A Dragon: Story of Seth


   Have you ever spoke to a cow before? Like a real talk with a cow? What did he/she say? What’s He/she up to? What about a flower? Do you ever look at a Rose and think, “I wonder what your eyes have seen.” How can something so beautiful like a cow get so disrespected? Nature is who we are. “Cooperating with nature allows nature to cooperate with us.” Master Qi

   I was eighteen years old when I first realized There was more to this reality. It felt like an episode from Twilight Zone. I was on my way home from school when I saw it. It was a smoke mist. Not just any smoke mist. This mist was strange. This mist had an awareness of itself. This mist moved as if it knew it was moving. It followed me all the way to my house. It floated at the gate for about twenty seconds before flowing away with the wind. The mist followed me for about two weeks before I finally decided to approach it.

   “Are you following me?” I asked. I felt so stupid talking to a mist. Then suddenly, the mist rose up and flew right into me. It happened so fast I didn’t even realize that I had somehow ended up in my driveway. I was so freaked out all I could do was throw up. My body felt like it had been through so much. All I remember after that is waking up alone in the middle of a cave. Continue reading Lessons From A Dragon: Story of Seth

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For the People! a podcast

For the People!

a podcast

Why for the people? It should always be about the people.

We want to invite all readers of Genre: Urban Arts to become listeners to a new element of our diverse creative space.

During the podcast, we’ll discuss art in various spaces. Music, poetry, graffiti art, spoken word, amongst other things. We’ll also talk about creating that book, writing that blog post, making that creative outlet, and above all identifying yourself with art and it’s benefits towards a happier life.

We are…

For the People!


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Top 10 Posts of 2017—No. 6

Chitiyaan Kaliyaan

IG: @heavensanar

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Meri chittiyaan kaliyaan ve, oh baby meri chitiyaan kaliyaan ve….*
Aisha rolled her eyes as she stared at the huge tv screen in front of her while waiting for Asma to get her eyebrows done. Continue reading Top 10 Posts of 2017—No. 6

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Top 10 Posts of 2017 — No. 8

Dear Daughters

by M.E. Peters


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Dear daughters,

I hope when you look up at me
you see more than surviving.
I hope you can smell gunpowder
on my torn open flesh-
see the wounds dripping from me
and know how hard I fought
to be your mother. Continue reading Top 10 Posts of 2017 — No. 8

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Top 10 Posts of 2017 — No. 9

What is Poetry? Part 1

by Chris Eyes


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What is Poetry? Part 1

Poetry is the expanse of
the imagination that lies,
dormant though brooding
until it manifests itself in a bloom.

Poetry is a womb,
obsessed with itself
but self-aware enough
to know that it is bound for a tomb.

Poetry is a wound,
heartache expressed in words,
the reaction to how it hurts,
feeling how pain works,
like peeling back layers of a scab.

Poetry is a drab day,
suddenly lit by the sun’s rays,
bursting through gray cloud,
and splaying out, proud
to have finally beaten the gloom
and touching as much as it can.

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Genre: Urban Arts No. 2 Magazine

Our most recent magazine is out!

Genre: Urban Arts No. 2

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This mag explores situations within duplicitous demographics and highlights on a plethora of issues– some areas of double standards will be familiar to you, but many will force you to explore and interrogate your own perception and empathize with another perspective. In this issue, we include art, photography, articles, and poetry from various artists.

Continue reading Genre: Urban Arts No. 2 Magazine