Brown Love | Canela López
Our humanity is fleeting.
Together, it builds, grows.
Our ancestors chained, eradicated, exterminated.
But we thrive.
Humanity stripped, bodies attacked, existence devalued.
But we thrive.
There are no devils in our bed.
Safe haven, built of white sheets, soft pillows, warm caresses.
Together we are reaffirmed
By making love
That was never meant to be.
Our passion is a kaleidoscope
Of warm browns, deep tan, sweet caramel colored skin.
In the heat of ecstasy,
Process of elimination | Zahra Saifudeen
crack as I bend over backwards
to perform my capabilities
pop out of their sockets
as I pull and am pulled
to meet your intersectional needs
bleed from the miles
terrain that you force me to walk every day to class
ache after picking up the
you make every day.
My caramel skin
as you steal my rich, brown shade
I hear the cracking sound of my bones
another tuesday | Ella Helmuth
you said it’s so fun living inside your head
and I know you’re joking because I have a feeling it is not
but personally I would love a couple of days in there
move the furniture around, tweak with the health anxiety
you woke up in the middle of the night with your chest hurting
(because you smoke too much and you know)
and wondered if you should wake her up
wake me up without a second thought
hey baby something’s wrong, mm
and I like to think I would assure you that honey you are not having a stroke
and interrupt your protest by placing my mouth over your mouth, shush
my ear to your chest to make sure everything’s in order in there
I dream about you climbing a crane: the machine, not the bird
baby don’t fall and you’re laughing because you half hope you do
you have no good memories from your sophomore year
I have you
I told you in your farmer costume you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met
and I know you didn’t believe me but I think that’s hilarious
because have you ever checked out how god damn right you look in overalls?
I bet you taste like Alabama soil
you weren’t even mad to be abandoned in my sorority house
ten feet from where I leaned in to kiss you with some straight up 4am bravado
and oh man did you dodge but you still keep inching closer
apologizing when our feet touch
My Home is Not Here and it is Not There | Xulhaz Mannan