The Delta Statement

I’ll Punch You if You Screen Shot Me Again

I’ll Punch You if You Screen Shot Me Again

February 15, 2017

"Hey, snap me, wouldya?" My grandma peeped over my shoulder, and read my text message. She asked me what that even meant. I told her not to worry too much about it- it was just kid stuff. *snap* - here's a picture of this pizza that I am about to smash. *snap* - here's a picture of this couch I am about to take...

Anthem

Anthem

February 12, 2017

Yellow Brick Roads, Yellow Brick Walls There is no place like home Chocolate Chip Cookies to Dorothy Like Red is to White Like White is to Blue Like Black is to me. Rouge, Rouge, Rouge Ancestors standing in uniform Poles standing in mounds Withered in brown grass. Watch as I touch myself Illumination, blue light ...

Attenuation

Attenuation

January 31, 2017

After the power surge, Mama got stuck inside her laptop. It was awkward at first, having to leave the tabs open while I was at school so she would have something to do. When I called the IT guy, He said, “Trust me kid, people get trapped in their phones, computers, and tablets all the time.” “Yeah, I know, but how...

Reckless Scrutiny

Reckless Scrutiny

December 8, 2016

Reckless Scrutiny by Jimmieria Chillis Bulging eyes, pupils dilated Hands red Voyeurism unjustified. Searching eyes have infringed upon a most private moment. Frantically, shut the windows of your soul before the draft of temptation seeps in....

How to Tie Your Shoes

How to Tie Your Shoes

December 6, 2016

Sipping roasted coffee, Sun rays caressing the wood grained desk, September breeze blowing gently through the window Rustling graded papers, Blue birds hum songs of joy In the tri-colored trees outside, Voices of students resonate in the hall. “Daddy, can you tie my shoes?” She smiled as she Wrapped her tiny arms around my thigh...

Papa Ain’t in the Top Left

Papa Ain’t in the Top Left

December 3, 2016

My skin is wrinkled cloth Indigo paper child Sunburnt polyester Sixty percent cotton Interweaved with nylon Sunburnt polyester Sixty percent cotton Interweaved with nigga. Papa part of that too. Papa said that I’m his Indigo paper child. Slave boy love his massa Take care of us real good And giveth all shelt...

Bobby’s Hymn

Bobby’s Hymn

December 2, 2016

Bobby want a big gun Like all the other boys Always runnin da streets. Cause they told him to go Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill. Lenses locked, camera Isn’t rolling. bang. No Vest, no backup, no moms, Even though she said that She’d never leave like pops. Make em think that you bad And the rest gon follow....

How I Feel

How I Feel

November 21, 2016

Drowning in procrastination. Sinking in piles of pills, paint brushes, and papers. Waves of sleep and numbness keep pummeling me. I’m tired. I’m tired of being told how, when, what, and where. I yearn to be free. Flowing, living waters I want to partake. Like crashing waves, I am at war with myself. Seems like the wor...

Burn Up the Writers

Burn Up the Writers

November 10, 2016

Burn up the Writers By: Bugg, 10/31/16 If writing exposed people it would be illegal. That's why we have editors for our editors. That's why it's all done online now. They couldn't burn up all the paper- So just press the delete button- That solves all the problems... If writers expose people, They get fired. That k...

The Book of Mom

The Book of Mom

October 29, 2016

Nick turned five today, he hid behind a door in the hallway and jumped out as I walked by, laughing.   I get scared when people or things jump out at me. Sure everyone does, but I really hate it like the smell of urine left unflushed in the toilet. That smells like love, The kind of love that turns warmth into a fire, T...

ILY

ILY

October 28, 2016

ILY If I were to cut out my heart, I would use a lobster fork And a butter knife, Wipe it w/ a paper towel And take a pic. I’ll txt it 2 u So u can keep it 4ever....

Black Boy

Black Boy

October 27, 2016

Black Boy Black boy plays hooky Black boy runs Black boy got no love Black boy got no talent Black boy sprays his graffiti On a wall in Harlem A wall A wall in Harlem. Dream-stained bricks On the corner of Park Avenue. They are bound by mortar Defined by the can that touches it Or rather, It that touches the ca...