Hubris
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The Poetry of Roy Bentley
“It’s a warm December in Washington,/a few days before Christmas, the slaughterhouse/of men quiet, those around the lieutenant general/eager to repeat news of victory they know comes/at a price, even if the war…
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Planetary Hospice, Redux
“At the level of society, there is very little any of us can do. However, I can think of one job that is worth our collective attention. There may be others. Working to…
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F. Theresa’s Excellent NASCAR Experience
“Now, there’s like a starting strip (see how I don’t know the terminology?), where you get your speed up to enter the race track. So, we’re watching all the guys at this take-off…
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America’s Wailing Wall
“Maya Lin, we need you once again, it seems. But, this time, you will not be memorializing some 58,000 lost souls, but, rather, in America alone, by the time of Biden’s inauguration, over…
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Every Physician Should Be Antiracist: A Medical Student’s Call to Action
“I’ve known the harsh reality of Black people in America for my entire life, and I’ve learned more about how medicine has played a part in our oppression over the past few years.…
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The Chain of Events After the Dance
“As a kid, studying Haitian history made me proud to be born in a country that was such an example of our greatness as Black people. Haiti managed to defeat the French army,…
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I Am Not Crazy—Just Black
“Everywhere I go and every day of my life, I am reminded that I am Black—the you-don’t-belong stares; the being stalked while shopping; the getting pulled over, for no apparent reason; the expectation…
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Color Not Recognized
“As we patter/Using our voices and media to try and save future lives/Digging in our past as a drive to survive/The repetitive waves without usage of guns and knives/As they arrive.”—Khris Robinson Color…
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Bewildered & Black
Bewildered & Black “America is broken and, in this brokenness, we need to name our ailments and tame them, accordingly. Reset our mindset! There are many who are content merely to be, but…
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Sick & Tired
“Got a foot in my chest,/Call it life’s rude awakening,/I ain’t a kid no more,/Can’t just thrash bout and call folk out,/That’s just the type of stuff that gets me tossed out,/Concrete jungle…