A Welcome from Rejjia Camphor

 

A gathering is where it started:

I see black and brown faces talking about

white missionaries who think a bullet can save

me from my blackness,

from myself.

 

And I feel at home as ever because I thought

I was the only one because that is what

society teaches you.

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Afiya Ervin / Grade 12

I’ve finally started writing

 

I’ve never written about this topic because the silence

Of my pen will never be as strong, never be as deep, never

Be as stifling as the moment of silence from a mother.

 

I’ve never written about this topic because I’m afraid.

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Christian Pearson / Grade 10

Where I’m From, Where I Am Now

Long, strong eyelashes

Reaching back to the young Egyptian King Tut.

Knowing, chocolate-brown eyes from Frederick Douglas,

Seeing liberated lands in the words, interdimensional portals.

I exude the boldness of Harriet Tubman

My stature not enough to contain my iron will.

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Bret Lunder / Grade 11

Reluctance

I wonder why you hold me back and why you insist I keep quiet while absorbing all the noise around me, letting the painful whispers behind me affect me. Every other part of me has the urge to move forward with the momentum of a runner pushing through the plastic ribbon that is the finish line.

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Ernest Johns / Grade 7

Darkness

I am everywhere

It’s just to bright to see me

I’m in your shadows

I’m in your dreams

if you get lost in me

it will make you scream.

you can see me at night

I will surely give you a fright.

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