Urban Word

I've been going to Urban Word every Thursday after school to write. I can't go anymore since basketball starts next week, but I'm really going to miss it and it has helped me a lot. I have to make myself sit down and write the way I did there, and I'll definitely be going back in the spring, some way some how.

This poem was brought to our attention today.


No Images by William Waring Cuney


She does not know

her beauty,

she thinks her brown body

has no glory.

If she could dance

naked

under palm trees

and see her image in the river,

she would know.

But there are no palm trees

on the street,

and dish water gives back

no images.