How many times have I been driving in my city and glanced over at the face of a pulled-over-by-an-officer driver? Hundreds. How many of those times has the driver been a person of color? Most of the time. Pulled Over in Short Hills, NJ, 8:00 AM, by Ross Gay It’s the shivering. When rage … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Ross Gay
I’ve sat in silent, exhausted rage around dinner tables listening to men and women argue about rape and which factors that lead up to it are under a woman’s control. Sometimes I leave the room and go into the kitchen to bang my head against a hot stove, because that feels better than listening to … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Langston Hughes
“Live every day like it’s your last because someday you’re going to be right.” “I am America. I am the part you won’t recognize. But get used to me. Black, confident, cocky, my name not yours. My religion, not yours; my goals, my own; get used to me.” “The fight is won or lost far … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Kenneth Rexroth
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