A POC Magazine
Does the Volta Slap or Nah? JR: I was looking through your essay “Learning Poetry, Unlearning God” and was really struck by your personifying your work in poetry as “building a bridge towards the divine.” It put me in mind of the homie Kaveh Akbar’s having said, “The boat that I am building will …
the gospel of mommy’s daughter know what the undone headscarf knows that heaven is a chop bar in ghana where high life can be purchased for 3 ghana cedi that lwil palma kristi can feed scalp, soothe womb, uncrack heel, cure cold, survive apocalypse …
Ode to All the Strong Black Girls Who Are Tired of Being Strong. Once a black doctor asked me why I, strong black girl, was in the mental hospital. Sir. Don’t you know we get tired too? That turmoil pumps through our veins And somedays our hearts don’t want to keep beating, Our …
Lessons In Healing healing begins whenever you are ready my grandma rocks her face North Philly mean on a 5’0 frame fingers painted gold baby powder on her chest tongue out like shave my legs for what titties small you only need but a mouthful like Ashley, you bettah keep …
Eyewitness how much will it hurt to pull my eyes out of their sockets? i have grown tired of seeing or is it that seeing isn’t as powerful as i make it? see: his body a mausoleum verdigris’d in dust & blood see: the hole in his back just left of his …
Descendant of the Disappointed I am a mausoleum full of my own bones. An archive of every time I was too afraid to kill myself. I bury another me every time the light leaves. It’s a lonely and fruitless thing, to be and stand on all the land there is. Could …
Act I, Scene II: First Encounters; Age 10, Spring Time. Death found us in winter and brought with it a gathering of bodies and blank faces There we stood, Mama and me, unprepared, on the back steps fraying at the edges, My grandfather is dead. I could feel it in my …
In my hand an orchard lies asleep.
It lies enveloped in its pod,
as it awaits its rebirth at the call of spring.
It holds the secret of creation, a secret whispered for hundreds of generations.
I place the seeds in soil, in a land that has given birth to endless species.
Adjacent to the land sits a concrete jungle of tall buildings and apartments.
Each day I await for the sun,
to spring from the seeds a mini forest
standing tall and gracefully,
cultivating an abundance of fruit, enough to feed a village.
I watch as the fruit covered branches cast a picturesque view against the sunset sky,
providing harmony to its concrete surroundings.
There’s nothing more beautiful than gifting life to the lifeless.
A self-taught creative based in Philadelphia, PA. Currently a senior at Temple University studying Engineering with a goal to become a published book author and educator. Chi-Chi’s passion is inspiring through creative storytelling.
*Winner of the Spring 2018 Goblet of Fire competition* jr explains the immigrant hustle in the mode of rara everyone know me as jrfrom in the streets. i’m just a lil nigga from the southside i grew up outta that shit. used to be tweakin. every day i get why you ain’t got no …
WusGood: “What’s your fav thing bout being Slytherin?” Nyuma: ” My favorite thing about being a Slytherin is that my problematic fave is Severus Snape. His last dying words are, ”Always,” which describes his intense love for Lily. I try to take that energy and apply it to my passions in my life and love what …
Le thé vert a été étudié pour ses bénéfices potentiels dans l'amélioration de la fonction érectile en régulant le flux sanguin vers le pénis et en prévenant les dommages aux ...