A POC Magazine
WusGood: “What’s your fav thing bout being Slytherin? Rachel: “My Slytherin Girl Gang” The Mother Riddle Like finding a rogue shard from a long ago broken glass with the tender bottom of your foot you realize that you haven’t talked to your mother in what must be months now and you can only manage …
WusGood: “What’s your fav thing bout being Slytherin?” Arla: “(My) housemates’ and instructor’s IDGAF attitudes.” Cousins: scratchy field wielding wet heat — blank sky, brown faces snagged near a thick gash in the dry Earth: a creek, syrup of chemical stench. it’s December, but swamp sweat snakes, incremental, down walls of …
WusGood: “What’s your fav thing bout being Slytherin? LaShawn: “Everyone expects bad from us so when we do something good it puts people on edge…makes them question their morals and prejudice. You can drive someone mad without doing anything wrong – make them more susceptible to manipulation” Janelle Monae Writes Shuri a Love Letter …
WusGood: “What’s your fav thing ’bout being Slytherin? Scribe: “My favourite thing about being a Slytherin is that excellence is a standard held by your people. The same people you have to hold you down, make sure you’re elevating. It’s no trash standards accepted among Slytherins & I’m a sharper competitor because of it.” The …
GENESIS in the beginning my first word was “hallelujah” which means church baby, tongue knows praise better than his mama’s name then god said, let us make man in our image & i look just like my daddy, the handsome preacher whose lies became gospel after my father loses the church my heart …
An Early Summer is a Troubled Thing That night the sky mourned with us. Rain poured, the city bathed in tears. I awoke to a revengeful sun Engulfing all of newark in heat Which reminded me adam did eat the apple And how death is man’s reparations to god. April was getting ready to say …
Ode to the Dandelion And ain’t that like a rose? Always getting what she wants. The uninvited belle of the ball, rearing her gorgeous head, all prickly, pretty, pitiful, painful, n’shit, to lay claim to every eye and heart. And ain’t that like a rose? Colonizer of urban soil, taking up space, …
Photo Credit @_0dysseus (Instagram) [Insert here Black Boys’ Name] Your Nan would’ve love to see you finally catch the spirit. Instead you caught the hand of the law. Fell in one messy swoop. Made the body giving itself to God look like poetry, or praise dance. Blood crowning you as if you were Christ himself, …
After Ferguson, After Pulse, After Gaza, After Texas, After Everywhere, After the Election & Before I want people to love people the way dogs love people. Wholeheartedly. Without expectation. An intrinsic desire. You sit by me and I will sit by you. My mother owns four dogs. And I babysat them for a few …
“Retwist” it’s the raspy voice the way you smile when I walk in the door the “put your coat up, and meet me in the back” the black bowl the water lavender and mint scratching latch up under the water when wet I think I am a 3C but really i’m still 4C coil kink …