art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Being Mixed
Growing up mixed I always had a different approach towards myself and the way I allowed myself to see the world. High school was hard and interesting, it being a majority African-American, while the Hispanic and white population hardly stood a chance.
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
Love in Both Spectrums
Black seeds, black trees, and even blacker roots. Who knew that having melanin would leave you labeled as forbidden fruit, the intoxicating nectar of life enriched in the leaves of your tree, when looking at yourself what do you see? Those repetitive rhythmic vibrations that shutter the pavement every time you walk right down to the mellow tone that soothes the ears as you talk, the history enriched hair that drapes your vibrant colored flesh, wrapped in scars, smothered in strength, oh melanated one, how did you forget? To breathe, to see, to live, to be? Every time you step outside the sun and your skin make love, the trees wave to you, the birds sing for you, even the sky honors you.
By Shalitha S8 years ago in Poets
