By Tina Chang
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.
By Will Boast
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 [...]
By Rita Dove
All men are beggars, white or black;some worship gold, some peddle brass.My only house is on my back.
Can’t say he walked the walk.Talked it, but everybodydid that, everybody