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By Jordan Singh on Skating through the city alone Or a-gangPushing on my board is my own paradeTo take a rest, sparkit to ease
Poetry
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Think it over carefully
By Skinny on (Angel Brinston) Every night I lay my head Upon my soft by lonesome bedI dream of making love to you
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By Jordan Foster on StartedStrange. Begging—possible ending. Fueled off feeling of well being tooken from what I am seeing. Who’s watching? Keep pretending to
My Herstory
By Joanna Bragen on Your history Is not my her story I did not tell you to Rape and pillage the landSuffer the children
Let it be
By Claire J. Baker on In the changing skiesof circumstancelet us beas flocks of birdsguiding each otherby touching wings.
I want to see you
By Jordan Singh on I want to see youLet’s dive into the deep blueY’all need to hear my point of view Yes we don’t always
The cycle of destruction in American cities
By Charles Blackwell on Angel Brinston and Inti Gonzalez A frame, a skeleton, another crane, another construction site, a point of destruction, a high
Eating A Mango
By Julia Vinograd on I am eating a mango with many paper towels,
getting the sweet sticky stuff all over me.
I am a child, eating a mudpie of the sun and not interested
in all the things I’ll understand when I grow up.
Street Musician
By Julia Vinograd on (Enera Wilson) He sits on a blue egg crate under a street corner tree, His long crossed legs balancing a
Thunder Under the Sky
By Julia Vinograd on It’s raining in the ruins. Carved Pillars holding up clouds. A cracked marble stage surrounded by crouched drummers. Thunder in
Eat your heart out
By Mary Stackiewicz on The hate you have in your heart is darker than my skin. Since you don’t like my darkness anyway you