By Chidima Anekwe ’24 Editor-In-Chief Black is the nation which we delivered “Delivered us from evil” and arose From the water, cold water she shivered Her ancestors dance as the hot sun glows Singing and beating a drum, a rhythm My heart knows and pounds along beating red Bleeding red and she kisses the wound…
Category: Poetry
The Next Best American Girl
By Anaiis Rios-Kasoga ’25 Editor-In-Chief The best American girl lives in a three-story house across the line that divides our towns in a city I used to try and call my own. She lives there with her brother he made varsity this year Her father is the best orthodontist for miles and their dog Marly…
Hair
I run my hands through the thin, terse waves of unnatural brown Dyed forcefully in a small act of rebellion Against what I can’t remember now, And I can feel the calmness of when My hair jet black and thick, was plait Left-over-middle-over-right Falling down my back, each bump from the root to the tip …
Rusty Waters
He drums his calloused fingers on a tattered steering wheel Kenny Chensey sings about his lover stepping off a cloud The devil is beating his wife real bad today Sometimes he beats her for a hot minute but other times he drags it out til her eyes weep blood She must’ve really pissed him off…
Tremors
Como un polvorón crujiente, un mazapán recién abierto Los edificios de la ciudad se derrumbaron Convertidos en un polvo cruel Las calles se llenaron de personas preocupadas, Ciudadanos confundidos, tal vez derrotados Tan sólo lo pude ver en las noticias Con seres queridos, yo no pude estar Gracias a dios, la mia esta bien,…