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On Origin: Religion and Science

A poem by Michael Demaranville 

God talked to Moses about rolling
Mud dolls to life through the burning
Bush of a smoking-hot redhead.
Fire, volcanic mixing Darwin stirring
Soup, meat stock brew boiling minerals
From soil into fish into monkey into me.

Both too stubborn in belief to see
creation, evolution have more than similarities.

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My Hair, My Life By Ralvell Rogers II

Yo reaction to my hair

is my reaction to my strife.

How big it got is like the bigots

constant in my life.

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Two Poems by Evany Martinez

Black Woman 

How do you tell her she’s too loud when you’ve silenced her for Centuries?
Too strong, when she has to work light years ahead of you just to catch up?
Too violent, with your scars etched Into her back?
Too dark, when your spirit is composed of ashes from her ancestors?
Too wild. Too real. Too raw.
That must be why you can only rise if she falls.

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You Gotta Let It Hit the Skin

A poem by Shirley Jones-Luke 

And welcome the goosebumps. As they rise on your flesh. Pushing up into the air reaching, bending, moving like waves of tall brown grass as a crater forms on your arm. Or your leg. Or your spine. Sending shockwaves of shivers that make you stop. Frozen in the thought of surprise. Or pain. Or both. You don’t know whether to be angry or thrilled. You just know that the contact has made you realize that you exist. You’re real. You’re alive.

 

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