slam poem

"You fall in love with a woman’s flowers but you never looked at her roots."
"Prove to me that you are worthy, or get the f*ck out of my face!"
“Black, brown, beautiful -- viviremos para siempre. Afro-Latinos hasta la muerte.”
"They said I could be a feminist as long as I don't talk about this black girl body."
“Do I tell my son not to steal because it is wrong or because they will use it to justify his death?”
“To the guy in the back of the room complaining about listening to another rape poem.” So begins Brenna Twohy's riveting