All posts tagged in slam poetry

  • March 8, 2018By Victoria Mione

    Denice Frohman first made her debut into the poetry scene in 2013 with her album “Feels Like Home,” featuring 10 tracks — eight poems and two songs. The Jewish-Latina’s poetry shares her personal experiences with race and sexuality. Her most recent poetic endeavor is a commercial for Twitter that aired during the Oscars on March

  • January 23, 2018By Beth Haze

    On Saturday, during the one-year anniversary of U.S. President Donald Trump’s inauguration, a large amount of marchers took to the streets to protest against sexual harassment in solidarity with the #MeToo and Time’s Up movements. In between the celebrities who spoke to the crowd in New York, singer Halsey delivered a raw and powerful speech

  • September 18, 2017By Gabrielle Mendoza

    It’s so easy to pass judgment on someone you haven’t met; it’s even easier when you hear them speak except they’re not talking with you — at you. However, there are those instances wherein someone actually converses with you and you’re so fascinated and excited from the rush conversation brings that, along the way, you become one

  • June 5, 2017By Vamika Sinha

    This slam poem is dedicated to those girls that are still breaking into womanhood. I know the world can get you down – folks may pick you apart for your words or your colour or your body or your choice of career or simply the fact that you are female. This is a reminder to

  • April 9, 2017By Hiba Argane

    My relationship with my alleged mother tongue Arabic has been everything from challenging and isolating to welcoming and loving, especially having English feel like home to me when in fact, sometimes it feels like it’s not mine to claim. So, after listening to Melissa’s poem, I wrote this in a frenzy at 3 am.    If

  • April 7, 2017By Fayra Farinna

    Everyone seems to know what we should be and what makes one a woman. Everyone thinks that a woman either physically looks like worn out sheets in burnt out Soho, eye bags decorated on each eye like designer bags in the last seasons. Either you’re in your 30s to 40s; a woman is never measured