Corre corre (run, run)
First time I got away from the b-boys. On my way to school in this crazy hood these dudes' upkeep like an everyday mood with trembling sounds from the train clan noise. In my mind, it clashes my bones, causing pain. The running tracks above us are insane. My legs bumping and rubbing the fogging of punching scabs from my peeling skin strain. Da-Dum is the Afro-sound Cuban drums I run towards the subway train quit split from the flies and UFOs on a blitz the corre sound, corre, of Afro drums. I close my eyes and connect with my crowns soul to pray for the rebirth of these clowns.
Bully
Why allow him to bully you, Pedro? When education allows you freewill their engraving ways a scheme will syringe your action like it is play dough. A streaming wave narcotic telling though a puppet twine steers your decline mate using your intellectual as bait they intimidate and oppress your glow. The bully, as usual, keeps fiendish forked tongue in ear beating like a circle at Pedro and persuades him to be burgle who reacts with blunt, smolder face squeamish. We miscible store bully like goodie chew out his insane brain as a cookie.
©2023 Jeremy Szuder
How holy?
How, Maria, do we become holy? The evil dupe coerces our soul corrupt with a hoodoo to hinder and obstruct, though with keenness, slay prayer slowly. Cut rudeness out of life, gratitude wholly. I praise the creator with confessions of invoked words for the throne's accessions to reconcile self and stop unholy. As in holy, our person embodies our brothers and sisters accept the bread and wine eucharist to become one head through prayers in the heavenly faith body. The ritual of acting pure, human zoom in divine through the maker's crewman.
©2023 Miroslava Panayotova
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Angel Ruby Vasquez…
…is a poet pursuing an MFA in Creative Writing at Mount Saint Mary’s University. He has an educational point of view that is full of historical energy. He wrote, produced, directed, and acted in his first film project, “Never Again,” in 1990 while serving a six-to-life sentence. He was only sixteen years old. He turned it into a positive experience through education thanks to the programs the Hispanic Needs Coordinator and Counselor Vivian Castro-Mosley provide at the Albany Greene Correctional Facility.
The BeZine 
Once again poems that hit the core of those seeking more of what their environment has to offer. A true testament of strength, self awareness, compassion in other words the human embodiment.
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