He, Pronoun By Tina Chang Spring 2019 Everywhere I look I see him,I have a right to fear for him, though I have no right to claim his color.His blackness is his to own and what will my mouth say of that sweetness. 0 Comments
Unmanned By Will Boast Summer 2018 1. Serrekunda’s beach, the Gambia’s biggest tourist draw, empty again. Two years ago it was fear of Ebola. Now, political crisis, checkpoints, soldiers with AK-47s, bazookas. Alex Sesouy, a tourist guide, had time to talk. Still, he hesi [...] 0 Comments
Black Billy Waters, at His Pitch By Rita Dove Spring 2009 All men are beggars, white or black;some worship gold, some peddle brass.My only house is on my back. 0 Comments
Pretty Boy By Rita Dove Spring 2009 Can’t say he walked the walk.Talked it, but everybodydid that, everybody 0 Comments
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