poetry
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To Be Human
I have learned not to neglect the physical because I live on the physical. How can I ignore the earth when I was born from it? Not the first womb. Not the first place my human self called home. And I have learned not to neglect the spiritual because it is higher than the physical.… Continue reading
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One More Game
From my eighth-floor windowI could hear hope bounce back and forthon concrete loitered with crack vials. Dirt-caked Nikes were like handsreaching for revolutionin the air. It didn’t get them out of the projects,but Jordan would have been proudthe way these boys balled. It kept their bodies distracted from the hungerof not eating for three days.Here,… Continue reading
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Our Children
You are fourteen,and despite the childish laughter—the one smoother than the fresh coat of loveon a baby’s skin—your mothers must warn youthat certain skin toneswon’t allow you to flash open innocence. You are not allowed to purchase candy,tell jokes,or ring the wrong doorbell. Certain histories won’t let you forget the presentor permit childhood to take… Continue reading
