Tag: poem

  • “River Memory (A Melvin Dixon Poem)” By aAliy A. Muhammad

    “River Memory (A Melvin Dixon Poem)” By aAliy A. Muhammad

    A song about the end. Ain’t it funny?I always thought “End of the road” was a funeral song, as it blasted on radios in 1992. “Although we’ve come to the end of the road, still I can’t let go.” STILL I CAN’T LET GO.STILLI CAN’T LET GO.It was about the…

  • O’Shae.

    O’Shae.

    His name was O’Shae, beautiful dancer, protective friend, his heart full of love. His name was O’Shae, vogueing to the beat, taking on the rhythm’s wisdom of a Sage.  His name was O’Shae, in Midwood, they conjured joy and togetherness.  His name was O’Shae, and they killed him. Abdul-Aliy Muhammad…

  • A Love Poem by Ryan West

    A Love Poem by Ryan West

    Why does it feel so real? That it feels like I’m juiced up with my favoritefantasy. I wish my ancestors felt this type of safe. The shackles that are on my feet released.You love way i talk my shit, you see me running the shit. Planted our conversation like seed,…

  • I Forgive Myself (A Poem) | Ryan West

    I Forgive Myself (A Poem) | Ryan West

    I forgive myself. I forgive that child that didn’t know he just wanted his momma to say she loved him at 10. I forgive that child for not knowing it wasn’t his fault his daddy–who was drug dealer to the hood–didn’t know how to love his queer child. I forgive…

  • Immuno-Heavy | Aces Lira

    Immuno-Heavy | Aces Lira

    The knots of responsibility weigh on me.Anxiousness creepsfor cuddles,when all I want is peace.You said you understood and I was tied, convinced. I know that people grow.You never grew out of selfishness.Telling me you want something serious butOpening myself you changed your mind.Words:promising but gestures:confusing.Slight hints over time of your…

  • My Request For My Son (A Poem For My Son)

    My Request For My Son (A Poem For My Son)

    oh my sonthey will mock youand try to stop youand block your magicthey will twist your beautybut it is your dutyto do more than laugh and cry awaythe ugly words they will say. oh my sonthey will tell you to obeyas it will keep the bullets awaybecause it won’t. they will…

  • The Forty-Nine (A Poem for the Pulse 49)

    The Forty-Nine (A Poem for the Pulse 49)

    We are all made of stars, astronomers are now sayingPowerful supernova explosionsFrom neighboring galaxiesMade their way into oursAnd became us Our rhythmic pulsingIn the nightConfirms our membership To an exclusive clubOf survivors To their massacres We are Both miracles And mutants Our DNAIs alien And queer To their worldsThis Galaxy If modern astronomers can be trustedAnd…

  • throwback: deivid rojas

    throwback: deivid rojas

    abuelo, instead of asking, ‘¿why did diosito give me a gay grandson?’ ask  ‘how will my grandson survive in this world’?‘how can he risk it all everyday to be his true self’?‘how does he have the courage to go against what I want, what our family wants from him?’‘how can…