Black Voices: ‘blessed(?),’ a poem by Adrianne Embry
Hush little baby don’t say a word
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Hush little baby don’t say a word
Last night I watched every single star in the sky fall
The Calm
OK, so listen. I ain’t gon lie to yall. 2020 may have beat a bitch’s ass. Talking bout a molly whop. A mink mink. A grade-A curb stomping. Now for those of you this may not make sense to let me draw you another image. Imagine it. It’s December 31, 2019. The year is about to end in 3 ... 2 ... 1 Happy New Year! Then right off the bat I was transported into the end of a Mortal Kombat game. January 1, 2020, said “FINISH HER” and there I was sitting there trynna figure out who was the “her” being referred to.
They took something from us you know
We all know Teresa mad again.
We be more than mourning bodies
Sis?!
There is something odd about these bodies
God be a black woman so of course she got me
If when I wake and my arm is asleep I will still adjust it around you. There will never be an opportunity to love a black woman that I will be ok with missing.
We be dragons
Home be where we demand it
POP QUIZ! When a black womxn is murdered by the police and nobody screams can we still mourn her? If we ignore the news will their names stop sounding like my cousins and little black girls I used to share Vaseline with? Are our bodies worthy of coverage? Are they worthy of soil? Are we worth a city of ashes?
TT and Oil Sheen
An Indianapolis Man Died As A Result of Gunshot
No
How can you not like the sound of cicadas