Akeva Clarke
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Dear America
Dear America, Oh, now you can hear me!? I was born in this nation but wasn't proud to be me. My identity is so marred I can barely catch a break. I wanna reach for the stars without the mention of my race. There's an ocean of love inside of me but will you love me back? Stories untold of hardships up on my ancestors’ backs. I stand and I climb like there's no looking back, but every time I grind I get stopped in my tracks. A stop and go relationship because I'm waiting on your approval. Too many are getting through, so you seek for my removal. Look you claim you see me but what is it that you see. Is it a muse of the choose or is it my victory? You can't claim to see me without all I've been through. Trying to sculpt my nose to look like the majority do. You made me feel unpretty, not beautiful from within. Then you take what comes natural to me and make it your own trend. Now I know from history that you would put me on a shelf, one that I can't get off, cuz I might take up all your wealth. So why am I not your own after all that we've been through? After all we're all here because you wanted anew. Was my freedom not the promise at some point in the fight? But I'm still fighting the fight and still can't get it right. From the beginning you made it clear that you, needed me. You got me here, but you face your fears with me in your pocket. You have wet dreams, then act like I'm water in the socket. You force me to need you, but that barter isn’t true. You make it you, you make it do, you make it nefariously through. Then you cling to God We Trust, but I can't trust in you. Claiming all mankind is good to you, but then you turn to me and thrust. In circles you will go, to keep me on the hush. But that’s you, and your truths and your peace on earth. So what we gon do America cuz I continued to birth: Tree’s from the roots of some of the greatest people on earth. You don't want me to know where my bloodline lies but am I'm starting to understand from my family ties. That melanin doesn't deny me like you do. But now you claim you see me, like a baby daddy do. You don't see my hurt and you deny my greatness. So what are we doing here just going with the fakeness. Ignorance is bliss was cute when I was younger. Then you didn't feed me, and I fought through my own hunger. I look at other countries like wow they're so proud!. But we're the lucky ones right? Even as the stepchild. Man I could go on all night to try to understand but truth is… you think I’m less of a man. Nothing I do will ever make you change; you will always be the same. And you somehow think it’s even cuz you left me my first name.
By Akeva Clarke4 years ago in Poets
I Am Every Woman
As a woman I often wonder how different my goals, dreams and reality would align if I were a man. You can't is merely an adjective to describe women. It is not a fact that we actually can not. It is the suggestion that a woman "should not" be doing these things. My mother told me her parents shunned her from going into the military. "It is no place for women" her mother would tell her as a girl. Equality is what some women want but fairness is all we need.
By Akeva Clarke4 years ago in Fiction
Little Black Girl
Standing here I can hear them yelling. I told you! I told you that she wouldn't last one second! You see I was the only little black girl in my town. No one looked like me, not even my own mother. My Black father was long gone before my birth, and my mom is as white as the unseasoned chicken breast we ate most nights for dinner. People will say they are nice to us because they have a smile on their face when they address us as Lauren and her Black girl. The kids call me Lacionna although my actual name is just Laci. My teachers give me less work because they said I won't succeed. My mother calls me her Mocha Hope although she called my dreams crazy. My home, my school, the grocery stores, the churches and the parks and there was no one around like me. People didn't understand why I was different. There were wispers about how I became this way. Those were things I learned to block out later in life. I knew who I was and why. I also knew plenty of people on TV that looked like me. I couldn't understand why others couldn't see it.
By Akeva Clarke4 years ago in Fiction
The End and The Beginning
Sky glaciers crashing down amongst the last stable objects on earth. Fire and smoke are my last memories of there. Over the past 7 years things have begun to fade but I will never forget the people. People on top of people, crying for people, fighting for people, trying to save people. While being drug through the sand during our escape I managed to grasp a heart-shaped locket. It was the only thing that connected me to people during our time away. Our rocket ship survived an impossible take off and we knew we were all that was left to mankind. Leaving us to rebuild with nothing. No friends, no family, no help. The Rocketship (we call her Dawn) remains our home as we begin the journey back to earth. After 263 miscarriages we managed to birth our daughter Omega. We hope to find a survived soul to save humanity.
By Akeva Clarke5 years ago in Fiction
