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My favorite poem from this year
has finally been published! You can access it here. (Edit: This link works on all browsers except Chrome) I write a lot about historical black figures, but Emmett Till’s story touches me somewhat more than other people. My first poem about this particular moment is here. For those that do not know the story of…
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Easy (Tentative title)
A work in progress. First poem in a long time that I have written outside of the Hollins bubble. Covers part of being a black girl.
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On police.
i didn’t know about rubber bullets or how to make makeshift gas masks until ferguson mike brown’s body boiling four and a half hours face down, hands up, and bloody in the middle of the street. justice never required six warning shots into your back there is no such thing as protocol anymore when it…
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Baby Food
If I was born around 150 years ago I may not have made it to age 2 I would have dunked in the water Unable to swim Alligators nipping at my toes And then devising I was good enough to consume Babies have pain receptors But they do not have words black babies had nothing.…
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All Black Boys Need Bulletproof Vests & Lawyers on Speed Dial
Unarmed black boys get shot by police and bleed to death on the streets. They get shot for walking while black wearing hoodies, drinking Arizonas playing music a little too loudly skipping through backyards playing in their front yards and looking “suspicious” when they just want to go home How does a nine year old…
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Emmett Till
(July 25, 1941 – August 28, 1955) I would say rest in peace but you are in pieces. Your mother requested an open casket at your funeral and we saw where fish nibbled at your flesh and where your smile turned into a shriek and how scared you must have felt that day. You were…
Ashley Elizabeth 