My Mama and ‘Em Stayed in New Orleans
Hands made of bronze steel braided at the knuckles with soot and rust heels coated with a poultice of clay night drenched skin lets the moon dig sweat glistening streams into your cheeks cheek bones…
growing up in the south is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 2 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees growing up in the south in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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