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Black Woman

a poem by Evany Martinez

How do you tell her she’s too

loud when you 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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Concrete

I have swallowed enough of this city’s concrete and I am now filled with it
I am convinced the crushing feeling I wake up with is simply
the overflow of it in my chest and that somewhere beneath it in my heart is a seed
and that somehow the springtime will push something blossoming through

because Continue reading Concrete

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Indomitable Woman

that badass Black Queen
fluttered across those keys,
matching the grooves of her
scars, the heart of her art
beaming at war

scaling buildings of thought,
mauling the gaul of contention,
shattering mirrors of sought
insecurities & indecision

skipping across the creamy
dusts of nebulas, tapping
the tips of her toes on
starry mists. Continue reading Indomitable Woman

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An Open Letter To Closet Feminists

TO THE CLOSET FEMINIST,

I know you believe in equality for all. I know you are passionate about it but afraid at the same time. I applaud you for being a feminist in the first place, whether you are a man or a woman. I know society expects you to go with the ‘status quo’ and that it will shame you if you dare step out of line.

The injustices and ignorant arguments may baffle and infuriate you, and you may want to speak out against them but you don’t because you don’t want to be isolated from the pack. Trust me, I understand. You may think you are alone, but I can promise you there are many others out there who have the same beliefs as you. All it takes to find your fellow feminists is a little courage. Don’t be afraid to be alone, you won’t be for long. It’s easier to be alone with your truth than it is to be in a crowd with lies slowly suffocating your soul.

I too have had moments where I’ve stepped out of the closet for a night, only to retreat back into the familiar safety of the darkness when I’ve been challenged by someone close to me. It’s those closest to us that we usually have the most trouble standing up to. But we have to learn to stand up for not only ourselves but also for those that do not have the privilege of having their screams for justice be heard. We need to persevere so that their throats aren’t hoarse from shouting for no reason. We can do this together. Step by step, inch by inch, unfurl your spines, ground your feet, lift your heads, and step out of the closet.

Love,
THE ONE WHO HAS TAKEN THE FIRST STEP OUT OF THE CLOSET

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Top 10 Posts 2017— No. 5

They Aint Our Neighbors

IG: @shaunteriwrites

Read other work by Shaunteri at:

GenreUrbanArts.com

 

 they weren’t neighbors.

they couldn’t be.

they wouldn’t let them be

because they were just

occupants

Continue reading Top 10 Posts 2017— No. 5

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To Disown Her Space

she was afraid of
making the space 
hers,

because it never 
felt like there was 
room for her to 
be who she wanted.

maybe it was the 
stares & laughs who 
chased her mind over 
the years,  

the ones who taunted
her identity,

or the silent tears
after giving her all 
to the space just to 
be rejected of her 
place. Continue reading To Disown Her Space
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CALL FOR COVER ART!

CALL FOR COVER ART!

Photographers & Visual Artists of all mediums submit your original art to us to be considered for the cover of our No. 3 magazine.

Send high-quality images to INFO@GenreUrbanArts.com by December 1st.

Thank you so much for your support!

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The Ballad of the Lemon

The ballad of the lemon

 

(Small poem on chromatic prohibitions)

 

(Yellow sun-blinding yellow-yellow yellow)

If you eat lemons will not have your period

If you eat lemons you will not have satisfactions

If you brush your hair while you have “those” things

You block them for sure

(Yellow-green-yellow-yellow acid)

Continue reading The Ballad of the Lemon

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Romance and Heartbreak in Old Vegas

Art by Chor Boogie – Las Vegas, NV

 

In 2012 the CEO of Zappos, Tony Hseih, moved his company headquarters to downtown Las Vegas. Where most people saw only tumbleweeds and falling down buildings, Hseih saw the potential for a vibrant cultured artistic tech center where his employees would want to live, work and play. He created the “Downtown Project” and poured millions of dollars into the area around Fremont Street, renovating buildings, opening new restaurants and investing in Life is Beautiful, a yearly festival celebrating inspirational speakers, world famous street artists and Vegas’ top chefs.

Continue reading Romance and Heartbreak in Old Vegas