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Glow, Black!✨

Black glows in the dark
as imitation dry heaves,
leaving guilt on its sleeves
wiping white illness on walls,

kneeling with greed in
its knees, not realizing
where it’s coming from or
the fact that Black is entitled
to no one but Her people.

Black glazed rapture,
painting with glow dripping
from their hands and their
actions before, during & after,

Smearing magic and rhythm
of all motions and nations in
hip revolutions & revelations with
Life at their command.low,

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beti

Maa makes a salan for each son

because they like different things

 

but the beti needs to learn to make her own food

kyun ki uski age pe shaadi aur bachey hotey hain

 

larka jaan per be jaiy, jaise bi rai

maa ankh band karke osko kabi kuch boley gi nahi

 

beti aik galti kare

uski izzat zaban per aja ti hai

 

the sons can go out and party get a girl pregnant

but they’ll still be able to move on and find a good girl to marry

 

the girl stays out a bit later than 8 pm

might wear a t-shirt,

and the whole mohalla is calling her a slut, saying she’s no longer a virgin

 

truth is

we don’t love our girls as much as our sons

 

truth is

you have failed us girls

 

truth is

us girls are tired of walking on eggshells

of being thrown around, walked all over

and expected to have sabr

 

kehte hain betiyaan sab se bari rehmat hain

toh aaj hum ko kyun torey ho

 

Picture Credit: @thepakistanimarthastewart

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Broken bones.

He graced me with a perfect smile upon his face

As he placed the most magical kiss lips can taste

Mending all my broken bones together

His presence couldn’t be detained by any weather

All of the bullet wounds surrounding my heart

Reminding me of the way I fell apart

Love will send your mind spiraling in the dark hours of the night

Reminiscing on all of the times you had to put up a fight

Demanding for him to stay

Yet all they tend to do is begin to run away

That is why our magnificent kiss haunts me in my dreams

Sadly love never is the way it seems

As much as I hoped this time would be different

I know deep in my core that it isn’t

I watch as the spot in my driveway remains empty

As you continue to love on plenty

Leaving them wondering deeply in their souls

Why their minds were left souring from their control

They fell for your same tricks

That you applied just as smoothly as the kiss you placed upon my lips

I knew I should of ran from the start

My mother always told me I was smart

I still am baffled in the way you managed to get under my skin

Why do people like you always have to win?

But I have learned my lesson this time around

As the scars you left on me are no longer profound

I will soon be ready to love again

As I no longer view my broken bones as a sin.

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The Glow – Up

The Glow- Up

For the past couple of months, I have been racking my brain. I have been trying to figure out who I am. I have been trying to figure out, “What do I offer”? We are brought up thinking we have to “be someone”. Yet, who is this someone? When we become that someone do we get a prize? I don’t know. Maybe I became that someone and hasn’t even realized it yet?

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The Aftermath by Samihah Pargas

I often wondered if you were as sad as I was after you walked away. It pained me to say that perhaps you were not, and one day I had to let my hope dissipate. This is where I walk now, on the road taking me further away from you and any dreams I held onto. I stopped by the ocean for a while and tried to drop your name into the water, but I might as well have drowned myself because you were still inscribed all over me. Continue reading The Aftermath by Samihah Pargas

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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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blk woman/holy woman

( photo by graham hunt via unsplash )

blk woman.
holy woman.
more soil than flesh—
hips shaking in the juke joint woman.
sunday morning high notes with
pot liquor and cornbread woman.
mothering woman.
chasing love in a field,
turning more scar than flower—
more, never less than woman.
yet, still seeing god woman.
you are here woman.

—you are holy, black woman

 

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Anatomy of a Suicide

You assume that they will think of you
and smile.
Remember all of your best attributes,
wish you were here.

Sometimes that’s true.
Sometimes it’s not.

Sometimes I want to bring you back to life
just to tell you how angry I am.
To tell you I love you
and that he deserved better.

m.e. peters

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How to Seduce the Night

-how to seduce the night, Rio de Janeiro 2016

 

On a rooftop in a rainstorm

he kissed the night into being.

High above the city of sleepless dreams

he gathered moonlight on his fingertips,

and cast love upon the midnight hued sky.

To a chorus of thunder and gunshots

he seduced the night

and made love to the stars.

I have not forgotten what it feels like

to become the calm after a storm.

March 3, 2018

 

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Not Perfect

I’m not perfect.
Although that should be clear as water, sometimes I feel the need to state it. For myself and for others. Especially for others. It is probably my fault and in my actions. It’s probably something I do or don’t do. It’s probably because of the way I see the world and how I speak of it.
I am not perfect.
And I get tired.
And I give up too.
There are so many things I have given up and not looked back. There are so many things I have looked back but not regretted. There are so many things I regret too.
It’s entirely human. I believe.
Being a mess of so many things, not only good, not only bad, but everything. Not black or white but fifty shades of blue. And some purple, once you wear those rose colored glasses. On holidays. Or those real good days.
The days you hold on to with everything you got to keep moving forward. To keep moving. Even if only an inch or less. Even if to the sides or back. Just moving. Because life is made of movements, moments, actions and decisions you never really got to think through.
Life happens. But I digress.
I’m not perfect. And that’s fine. It’s entirely human, I believe.
What about you?
© Máh Lima


Photo by Ahmed Ashhaadh on Unsplash

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Listen to the Next Generation

By Nyesha Stone

 

There aren’t many organizations that put Milwaukee’s youth at the front of their list. Yet, TRUE Skool, Inc. is a nonprofit that focuses on providing middle and high school youth with unique resources, outlets and much more to empower them to be the best they can be.

 

Through their programs, events and their many community initiatives, they’re providing a platform for the youth to voice their opinions and make a difference.

 

On March 24, starting at noon for four hours, TRUE Skool held a public free event “Fighting 4 Justice: The Next Generation,” to show the community how young people are making change in the cream city. There were live performances, a DJ, and two youth panels, along with refreshments, a raffle and lots of networking.

The event was held at Marquette University’s Haggerty Museum of Art to feature their “Resistance, Protest, Resilience” exhibit that has been modified and includes over 40 photos from the Collection of the Minneapolis Institute of Art (Mia) that showcases pictures from the twentieth-century movements and also events that lead to crucial social and political changes.

 

The Curator and Head of the Department of Photography and New Media at Mia organized this exhibit in 2016. Fast forwarding into 2018, this exhibit aligns with the 200 Nights of Freedom 50th anniversary of Milwaukee’s Fair Housing marches, according to TRUE Skool.

 

“This exhibit is dope,” said Creative Development and Outreach Director of TRUE Skool Fidel Verdin. “But, it’s not just about the history, it’s about what does that look like today.”

 

This event was a space for open dialogue about tough topics that allowed for all walks of life to share their opinions. Although there were panels, the audience had the chance throughout to stand up and share their voices with those around them.

There were many topics discussed such as why it’s important to vote, or why a lot of youth want alternatives from voting because they aren’t taught how to vote, how to know who to vote for, and plainly who they’re voting for.

 

Moderator and intern for TRUE Skool Tyrone Randle has been doing social justice work for around three years and he’s noticed there’s a lack of youth voice, which is the importance of the event.

 

“People don’t always look the youth as having an important voice,” said Randle. “I hope this gives them a sense of hope. It’s not always what you see on TV [because] there are youth out here doing positive things.”

 

This event was held on the same day as the youth-led powerful marches across the nation expressing their rights to be safe from guns in schools and anywhere they may go. March For Our Lives and organizations like TRUE Skool are showing the world that the youth are our future and we must listen to them because their voices matter.

 

Although this event was all about giving a voice to the voiceless, everyone agreed that conversations can only go so far and actions need to be taken now. We all know we want change, but for that change to happen we must all come together to plan that change and then that must be followed plan until real change happens.

 

TRUE Skool knows this is only one step to solving the many issues that not only the youth face but the Milwaukee community as a whole. True Skool won’t stop until real results are shown, which has already begun to happen.

 

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Harvest by Rania D.

O birds of hope
don’t flock to migrate
Winter’s approaching,
a less hurried gait
Let’s pick our crops
soft and mellow
Before joys rust
and turn to yellow
We’ll gather grins,
plum and ripen
No squandered tears,
ample dreams brighten
Our diligent pursuit,
we’re creatures awake
For when life’s frost bites,
survival hibernates
Let’s tap and dance
in a feast of harvest
while the scarlet disc
gives in to darkness
The sun shall tilt
dropping her last golden locks
The mist will fill
to chill empty docks
Perched larks of glee,
chirp for me till dawn
Sweet songs to echo
through a season forlorn.
By Rania D.

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💐 HIRAETH 💐

 

Long ago, in the days of no time, there was a Tribe. This tribe was very ancient. They lived on the lands of courage and knowledge, a special land made by the creator itself. The land was marvelous; Healthy wildlife, fresh fruits, clean water, and a connected people. It was a paradise. Every morning, when the light of the sun woke the world, rains would shower the land; bringing fresh fruits and a fresh start to the life below. Once the people woke they would gather and give praise to the almighty creator, which they believed the sun to be the closest representation. They believed that if they failed to show gratitude, the sun would stop providing the life force energy that the earth needs to maintain itself. They worshiped for about an hour each day. singing, shouting, dancing and even crying; they did whatever was necessary to express their gratitude. After worship, all of the elders would gather fruits and begin to feed the animals of the lands, as many as they could.

The elders dedicated their lives to the lands, they believed that all life started as one and that all is connected. It was taught that when they die their life force energy would convert back into the lands in which it came. The elders were very spiritual and peaceful people. They gave to life as much as they could. It’s believed that the elders were often visited by the creator itself, giving them insight into higher knowledge and greater purpose.

While the elders fed the animals, the children of the land went out into the fields to play with each other. They sang, danced, played with the animals, they even discussed life and it’s many questions. It was important that children expressed themselves early in the day, this connected them to the realm of life and also to one another. The children were very close and very compassionate to one another.

During this time, The men and women would celebrate their bond with an act of sex. This act bonded the two. It made them as one. connecting them to the frequency of life and to one another. When the sun touched the top of the mountains and the elders have returned, the women would go and pick fruit for their families. Eating fruit during the day was essential for long and healthy life.

After the families have eaten, consuming the energy from life itself, they bathed. It was taught that people are like flowers of life and that keeping a fresh aroma is good for the life force energy inside one’s body. Once the sun was brightest in the sky and all birds were active, The children went off to sacred grounds to learn from the elders. Both male and female children learned together, making all equal. The elders taught them all sorts of amazing things, from the creation of life itself to the crafting of a chair. Everything was important. The children loved to learn. They couldn’t learn enough. Learning about the history of life and of the lands gave the children a stronger connection with their people. It made them feel alive. Because of this passion for learning, the children became extremely gifted in areas of life. They were proficient woodcutters, genius hunters, and they even had a remarkable understanding of the universe. Not only were they an advanced group, but they were extremely healthy. Being well rounded provided them with the balance of life itself.

While the children were off learning, the lives of the men and women were quite simple. The woman began her day alone, stretching and meditating; expressing her body to the world. It was extremely important for the woman’s body to be relaxed. The woman was a doorway for human life. Her compassion and gracefulness were important, for she was a representation of the earth itself. Being a doorway for life, in each home, the women were considered the highest privilege. Families worshiped the head woman in the house. Due to this high level of honor, the women often had a lot of free time. After her meditation, it was the woman’s duty to patch all torn clothing and to clean the entire house for the family. The woman took pride in her duties. She loved making The home a palace for the family. The women had a very strong bond. Afterward, when the women were done with family duties, they would join each other. Together the women conversed and made baskets, clothes, medicine.

Being a man on the land was probably the most challenging yet rewarding positions. Men spent most of their days doing physical activities. Doing house repairs, jogging, making hunting tools, etc… It was important that as a man you stay active. Although the men were well connected, it was every man for himself. Men were not allowed to hunt together. Bringing food back to one’s family was considered sacred. Men were only allowed to worship, exercise, and build together. Everything else he did with his family. Men took his position in life with great honor. Realizing that they were masters over all of the earth, men grew a passion for this way of life. Elders taught, “man is the guide for the woman and children. It is he who protects and directs the family.” Because of this belief men believed themselves to be the light manifested in human form. No one light should interfere with another’s beam.

The land lived in peace for eons. The earth and people lived as one. Every man and woman accounted for. It Represented a perfect balance between men and nature. Elders often speak of a time where the lands would become unbalanced. An era of complete chaos. During this era, elders would stop feeding the animals. They also stopped passing knowledge and wisdom down to the people. Without guidance, the people would lose their connection to the creator and to the earth itself.

Although the elders never told which day the shift would occur, they preached to a child that would be born from the family of true worshipers. Not only would this child be the most knowledgeable in all the land, but he would also be the pureblood; connecting his life force energy back to the earth. Re-establishing this connection with the earth, this child would emit an extremely powerful energy. The energy was so powerful that it caused the child to glow. If concentrated correctly, this energy could also be used to heal or destroy.

Because the lands had been at peace for such a long time, many believed this prophecy to be a great tale, told by the elders to scare the children… They couldn’t have been more wrong.

TO BE CONTINUED…