Literary arts

October 30, 2018 by admin
A friend once asked me to hang out. Remembering how long it had been since I’d last seen her, I was beyond excited to get together. It wasn’t until her response to where I resided that my excitement quickly faded. “I’ll pick you up. Where do you live?” “East Oakland.” My reply was met with an “oh…” expressing nothing but empty judgment. Now being born from the soil home to oak trees, sideshows, Kwik Way, and everything hyphy, my cultured mind couldn’t understand. I wanted so badly to reprimand her for her empty opinions based on images she saw on ABC7 news. To her, Oakland is baby Iraq.Read More...
October 30, 2018 by admin
   Oakland Youth Poets Laureate (1.6Mb) i hold Oakland’s handlike we have known each other in all our past liveslike her wrists click for me but some days her hand loosens its gripso i hold tighter‘cause i am afraid if i let goif i leave heri will return to findthe lines in her palms have changed directionRead More...
October 29, 2018 by admin
   Oakland Youth Poets Laureate (1.6Mb) For the Black menmy love cannot protect,you are radiant.Your eloquence is the gunthey swear you have when they shoot you.The speed of your tongueis justification to stand their ground.Your existence is the antithesis of their contentment,for the world is not prepared for you to succeed.You are powerful.Read More...
October 28, 2018 by admin
There is more to fear than poverty.God, for instance, is a tricky concept always danglingat the end of a prostitute’s tear-drop soaked in smoothon the back of her pimp’s hand and repeated in a trick’s prayerbefore sex is exchangedfor currency … currency … currency is the negative energy that has me outside!Read More...
October 28, 2018 by admin
   Oakland Youth Poets Laureate (1.6Mb) I amIn loveWith you I am in love with you in a platonic senseLike the kind of loveI pour into breakfasts with momRead More...