A poem by Angela “Angee” Bowden, to remember that this month 400 years ago slaves first arrived in North America.
When the past is my present
And my scars still remain
And our lives still don’t matter
I am living in that pain
“I wrote this piece for the brown and black children who have to walk everyday in this world under a microscope that wasn’t created to get a better view, to understand, or to be seen, but to be defeated.”
A poem and an essay by Guyleigh Johnson.
“But a Black poet among whites can only dare hope to be a gangsta rapper. Suddenly my every rhyme was measured and directed by the only other source of Black knowledge they had: entertainment media.” Thandiwe McCarty writes on being Black and the barriers to finding your own voice.
A poem by Chad Norman about the men of the N.C.A, and others as well, dressed in whiteness, the little fellas with big hatreds. Donald, Jared, Andrew, Jason, Doug, and even Stephen…
It’s exhausting
The way we live
Taking home microaggressions
That we never ask for
From Tired bodies, a poem by Martha Mutale, a poet from Zambia who now lives in Nova Scotia
A spoken word piece Angee Bowden performed yesterday at the rally against racism in downtown Halifax.
A beautiful poem about loss by Chad Norman, one of the NS Advocate’s favourite poets.
Today’s weekend video features a reading of Negro Cemetery, a stunning poem by Halifax poet laureate Dr. Afua Cooper. There is a lot happening here compressed in a just over two minutes.
Kinda hate, a poem by activist and spoken word artist Angela (Angee) Bowden.
In 2018 white supremacists joined the Apple Blossom parade in Kentville to spread their hateful anti-immigration message. Chad Norman wrote this poem in response.