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by Tedria Smith Who told you to claim my body? You tower over me with your masculinity Taking control. Does no not mean no to you? You’re...

by Tedria Smith They want my advice, but I don’t have any. They want me to listen to their stories and respond. They want to call me at...

by D’Asia Smith Oh, Mary who I so happen to call Jane Hell, honestly you go by so many names You can be contained in framed and they’ll...

by Branson Neuman I feel the earth quake Beneath my actions and my Actions speak louder

by Branson Neuman Some may think me vain. Although I loved the attention of the fairer sex, my texture was why I was proud of my crown....

by Branson Neuman What is that? A sort of creeping… It's a haunting, Somber, Feeling. It's a creeping, crawling, Teething, closely down...

by Danielle Geter I am quickly fading Tired of breathing Moving Thinking I am quickly fading Lost in the feeling Of Hope Depleting I am...

by Lakendra Elliott I forgive you self, for all the years I neglected you With the hurtful things that I put you through I forgive you...

by Sha-Keiya Culzac We are all victims of violence and fear Struck down on our backs Because they fear you, they want you to be broken....

by Jovan Cole It’s always a tough ride for me man… Try traverse through the sand, and I’m searching through this dust land. Life, what is...

by Kristynn Bryan Look beyond my black eyes Where tears fall like Stormy days with black skies. Hear truths from my plump lips From which...

by Tedria Smith Poetry Honorable Mention, VSU Student Writing Contest 2019 When things are good it reminds Me of the sweetest cotton...

by Grant Sowels Poetry Winner, VSU Student Writing Contest 2019 Step right up to the grandest show on the planet! You’ve seen imitators,...

By Jacquori Braddock From the Mass Communication Department’s 2016 Photojournalism Exhibit All girls dorm that I’m sneakin’ in, But you...

By Emiyah T. Brooks From the Mass Communication Department’s 2016 Photojournalism Exhibit Standing here on this stage, my palms are...

By Erica Alston From the Mass Communication Department’s 2016 Photojournalism Exhibit Protect me from the eyes of society Shield me from...

By Nadine Rayes Devin Lightner The story ended on a bit of a letdown. Just Seemed to fall flat at the end The jokes didn’t make any sense...

By Tori Lyde Devin Lightner 88 keys on a piano, right? No color though just black and white. Happy mediums, there’s no room. One or the...

By Telvis Savage From the Mass Communication Department’s 2016 Photojournalism Exhibit I hear your questions and I hate questions Like...

By Damonia Newton From the Mass Communication Department’s 2016 Photojournalism Exhibit She looked at me as if I were a sick patient in a...