Chrystos: “I Walk in the History of My People”

There are women locked in my joints for refusing to speak to the police My red blood full of those arrested, in flight, shot my tendons stretched brittle with anger do not look like white roots of peace In my marrow are hungry faces who live on land the whites don't want In my marrow …

Kate Rushin: “The Bridge Poem”

I've had enough I'm suck of seeing and touching Both sides of things Sick of being the damn bridge for everybody   Nobody Can talk to anybody Without me Right?   I explain my mother to my father my father to my little sister My little sister to my brother to the white feminists The …