A POC Magazine
There is No Word for The Fear of White Women And sure, a bird can be freedom or the converse. A wing’s implication is that flight is a methodical form of absence. But I’m saying more than that three stains became birds splayed against her shoulder blade, migrating nowhere. Or that I touched her back never suspecting wings …
“On What It Means to Love the Drug Dealer” – The most dangerous game I have ever played was simple: Drive with unarmed black men in my car and wait. …
Rupaul and What is Unspoken I will be using she to refer to Rupaul and other drag queens here as that is their preferred pronouns while in Drag and the pronoun used most heavily by them within in the show. Talking about Drag Race means talking about Rupaul. Numerous contestants have spoken about how …
Other Side of the Cage one day i will take a bus to denver colorado smell the thin air coated in the stench of liberal white folks’ spotty memories dump as much purification oil from the nearest black-owned witch shop i can find in the basement of every white-owned million-dollar business that sells marijuana …
Ten Times Out of Nine: I’m Only Human 1 pray you catch me there are no roads that do not lead to me every thought a whisper hoping to be caught frontiers never come easy often a few steps delayed by deep time lengths of breaths always a seeker nonetheless 2 hold …
“Ode To All The Children I’ll Lose In Pursuit of Just One” to the bleeding soft/ to the rose that died on its vine before it was even alive/i love you your body stressed to the axis of non-existence my expectations crushed your not beating heart too big/ to love something so small …
“Words” I became intimate with “Words,” during my infancy… “ Words” became my first playmate, my best friend, my confidante… Tottering around my childhood home, I learned to utilize “Words” expeditiously, speaking in phrases, bypassing the seemingly nonsensical, monosyllabic utterances rendered by other youth in my age demographic… I strung together sentences beneath the …
on learning you love a dude who ain’t shit if you were honest with yourself you knew he wasn’t shit the first time he said he’d never heard a Prince song when he didn’t know what challah was had never tasted cornbread and his AAVE was cobbled from Stillmatic but here in your sad college …
Ode to This Body That Fills Itself With Flowers After Gabriel Ramirez at midnight, my body is all wake. all moon in tight dress, taking on the night. I stretch & all the flowers within me stretch. I dig out the weeds from inside my skin. grow Corepsis-filled eyes. correct my body: correct my …
“Don’t feel bad if you can’t sing along/ Just be glad you’ve got the whole world” – F.U.B.U. Let me be clear, I wouldn’t even be writing about Solange if it wasn’t for Beyoncé. I say this with no shade intended, as I am not an actual member of the Beyhive nor am I …