The asthma attack
happened inside my class
we weren’t supposed to call 911
but the security guard did, and got fired a month
later. the girl’s mama arrived like this
was her daily lunchtime routine.
the fights burst into our hallways
like I was back on Hoover
and 7 Mile cuz I had
skipped school with my dude
was minding my own business
when one girl winked at the other girls
man- except, here, at work,
it’s my job to not let black girls
be casualties in a tangled wreck.
I’ve gained back all the weight.
It hurts in places I can’t point to.
I don’t know the kids
names, still, in October,
but they speak mine like a prayer
and they waiting on me to show them a
deity who make dead bodies walk out
of this burial ground.
Today, moths trapped themselves
in the broken light fixtures.
the mice didn’t come out
but i could still see the droppings
on the floor near my desk.
kill as many ‘and’s as you can in this poem. can the poem somehow end on
this stanza instead of starting here?
Andromeda Talks Origin with Nymphadora
You began as most things
His lip curled in a shy kindness
A swarm of lies ballooning my cheeks
The spell to share pure blood
Shook our house
Then fell to the ground- a shadow
Nothing worked. His smile grew.
My veins melted until I found them
What is blood if it is not
thick enough to rewrite
The Blacks have delivered the
Killing curse over less.
I shed my skin and grew
A new one that loved him
Brittany Rogers asks Nymphadora Tonks to Interpret Her Nightmare
Mother Falls Asleep Watching Local News
I ended up in the
abandoned field by my house-
a forest of wands fixed
on my swollen stomach.
My stomach is an unwatched pot
brewing rust and chamomile.
The baby inside
senses the wands
The wands bark back.
Then they are dogs
nipping at my brown ankles.
I smell of wet iron, a wounded pet
waiting to be swallowed whole.
They stand on hind legs
hands formed from
gunpowder and matches.
The baby shipwrecks
into my pelvis. It wants
out. The hands point.
Brittany Rogers is a poet, mother, educator, and proud Hufflepuff. She is Co- Chief Editor for WusGood.Black, a literary magazine that highlights urban writers. Brittany has work published or forthcoming in Vinyl Poetry and Prose, Freezeray Poetry, Gramma, Black Nerd Problems, and Tinderbox Poetry. She is a fellow of VONA/ Voices and Pink Door Writing Retreat