Brittany Adames

  • September 15, 2017By Brittany Adames

    This is a poem that explores a sort of revelation about identity and growth. I wrote it this past summer, which was the summer I graduated high school. The transitionary period from a mild experience to the fast-paced structure of college served to be a difficult but a continuously growing moment.   how the air

  • August 4, 2017By Brittany Adames

    This poem presents a contemplative stance on subtle experiences in life. It is a piece regarding the fractured relationship between two people and how often the moments of that given relationship impacts our skin. sometimes i wonder: if the crumbs collecting on grit makes itself present in people’s words — whether the cleft of our

  • July 14, 2017By Brittany Adames

    The Afrolatino Festival, arranged at Bed Stuy’s Restoration Plaza, held its fifth-year event on July 7 and 8 to embrace the cultural assets and roots that cultivate being Afrolatinx. Initiating discourse on varying subjects addressing blackness among Latinx cultures, displaying the artistic facets of these cultures and promoting solidarity and activism among Afrolatinx individuals were some of

  • June 2, 2017By Brittany Adames

    Slam poet Olivia Gatwood has carved words in the shape of her resilience. With performances such as Ode To My Bitch Face and Alternate Universe in Which I Am Unfazed by the Men Who Do Not Love Me exemplifying the lithe movement of her tone, there is an extraordinary approach to the way she expresses the nuances

  • May 1, 2017By Brittany Adames

    Elizabeth Acevedo is notably known for her robust diction–something captured in her slam poetry performances and talks. The daughter of Dominican immigrants, Elizabeth has embodied the cultural constituents that make up her identity. In her distinguished slam poem “Afro-Latina,” she speaks of the components that mold together the Afro-Dominican components in her. From her hair, her

  • April 6, 2017By Brittany Adames

    Following the election, I found myself nestling most of my ire and emotions into my chest. I didn’t write much about it, particularly in poetry, mostly because I didn’t want to be met with the harsh revelation of the country’s given state. Now, a few months later, I found myself combing through what was truly needing to claw out of