It should never have become the norm For children to see other children Black and bloodied From bombs brutally bombarding Their innocent childhood. Frolicking freely Is a luxury these children can’t afford. Does brown skin equal sin Still? We mourn the white dead But place tape on our mouths If the child is brown. Don’t… Continue reading Black and Bloodied (a poem)
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‘I Think, Perhaps’ (a short story)
By S. R. Crawford Attending your own funeral is not only allowed but encouraged. Best to accept one’s death in witnessing those who have come to mourn you. Of course, you mourn yourself, too. All the things you weren’t. All the things you’ll never be, now. I thought too much. I wished with all my… Continue reading ‘I Think, Perhaps’ (a short story)
Mommy’s little girl (poem)
Mommy’s little girl Stands silently aside Never fussing or fretting Hides what’s inside. Mommy’s little girl Has a voice unheard Whispering. Screaming. A fiery bird. Mommy’s little girl Doesn’t know who she is This Phoenix of power That comes from within. Mommy’s little girl Has a story to tell But mommy is speaking And we… Continue reading Mommy’s little girl (poem)
Shame & Shave (a poem)
Knowing what you shouldn’t have done Isn’t enough to nullify The searing embers that lap along My skin, tearing it from my body. Who am I? Who am I? Beetles crawl as they scrawl the words “Shame on you” into my palms It tickles. It taunts. Gulp, but not too hard As I shave away… Continue reading Shame & Shave (a poem)
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