Poem: Brokenness

Here in all my chastity, Here in all my rant of following Christ And posing as a sinless soul At a time when I said in my heart Take a rest, you are not involved in immorality Take a nap, foul language is far from thy lips Raise thy feet, others know you as a... Continue Reading →

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Poem: Black Woman

They call me black woman; No monograph, just black woman! Colored into a system, Colored into a stereotype No depictions of my strength or worth Just black woman. A name they estimate narrates who I am No permission or consent from me about who I am or what i want to be known as Just... Continue Reading →

[Spoken Poetry] Stacey-Ann Chin’s If Only Out of Vanity

Cellar Door

If only out of vanity
I have wondered what kind of woman I will be
when I am well past the summer of my raging youth
Will I still be raising revolutionary flags
and making impassioned speeches
that stir up anger in the hearts of pseudo-liberals
dressed in navy-blue conservative wear

In those years when I am grateful
I still have a good sturdy bladder
that does not leak undigested prune juice
onto diapers—no longer adorable
will I be more grateful for that
than for any forward movement in any current political cause
and will it have been worth it then
Will it have been worth the long hours
of not sleeping
that produced little more than reams
of badly written verses that catapulted me into literary spasms
but did not even whet the appetite
of the three O’ clock crowd
in the least respected of the New York poetry…

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