Charleston SC poetry
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Black Cloth – a poem for Charleston
Racism, let us no longer walk in your shoes. you are a traveler of darkness, a walker of shadows, cloaking yourself in a black cloth like the grim reaper and arming your soul with the tools of a terrorist – a misguided soldier who’s trying to start a war. My sisters, heaven was as close […]
Poem – “self portrait (in bloom)”
when i was in the 8th grade, i wore baggy pants and my bookbag on my chest because i was not bold enough to throw the monkey off my back. inside of the backpack was a lack of confidence weighing me down. i had not found my voice. this is the portrait of a black […]
Video: Young poets in Charleston, SC
My poetic energy is moving toward youth poetry. Hopefully, my experience in the art form can help the students improve their writing. Charleston is home to a lot of talented, forward-thinking young poets. I’ve been blessed to be a part of Matthew Foley’s Holy City Youth Slam, an organization that is bringing together youths in […]
Poem: b r e a t h e
two words with two G’s spread hate like a disease the smoke is everywhere and i can’t breathe. it only took one arm to squeeze the life out of an unarmed man the only thing in his hands were the lifelines embedded on his palms, now we stand on the front lines singing songs of […]
Poem: “CODE.”
If I write lines of poems like I write lines of code, no comma would be out of place and every quotation mark left open would throw the whole piece off center. Maybe coding is, in fact, poetry. Maybe life is, in fact, poetry and we are the result of a Universal code where X’s […]
Poem: Brother Denmark
(about Denmark Vesey) the history books tell us that you won your freedom when you won the lottery, but freedom isn’t something you win – freedom is a birthright. freedom is as seamless as your name, even when it was changed by a captain who claimed to control the sea. But God is the only […]
The Pecha Kucha poem
the new foundation I. every moment that you are alive is the only moment that matters. the past is a glass house and we throw stones trying to shatter walls that need to come down. we are all architects of negativity – brick by brick of bold thoughts holding together bodies bound by blood […]
