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Adrienne Rich, U.S. poet, scholar and critic, was born on May 16, 1929, in Baltimore, MD. She
was a college student when her poems were chosen for publication. Rich's increasing
commitment to the women's movement and a lesbian/feminist aesthetic influenced much of
her work. She also wrote compelling books of nonfiction. She was called "one of the most
widely read and influential poets of the second half of the 20th century” and was credited
with bringing "the oppression of women and lesbians to the forefront of poetic discourse."
upbreathing air.
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Danez Smith is an African-American, poet, writer and
performer from St. Paul, Minnesota. They are queer, non-binary
and HIV-positive. They are the author of the poetry collections
[insert] Boy and Don't Call Us Dead: Poems, both of which have
received multiple awards. Their most recent poetry collection
Homie was published on January 21, 2020 (from Wikipedia).
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On February 23rd, 2016, the CDC released a study estimating 1 in 2 black men who have sex with men will be
diagnosed with HIV in their lifetime.
the cells of you heard a tune you could not hear. you memorized & masqueraded, karaoked without
knowing. you went in for a routine test & they told you what you were made of:
//
oh sugar boys, my
choir candy, wade slow
or be swallowed
the water wants
//
//
Commentary
Denice Frohman's "Dear Straight People" is an open letter to heteronormative society. Her poem calls out straight
people for creating a climate full of micro and macro aggressions that queer people have to navigate around. She
addresses straight people with a patient temperance, trying to communicate to them what it feels like to be
scrutinized for being exactly who you are and trying to show them scenarios in which their straight privilege causes
harm to the queer community. A lot of the things that normal men and women do, like public displays of affection,
can be really dangerous for queer folk. There is a liberation in shrugging off the risk of being taunted or harassed,
which is highlighted in the poem. What can be taken away form this poem is the idea that love and authenticity is
worth more than the cost of assimilating to society's preferences. Times are changing and though kissing her partner
in public may still be a radical act of feminism, there is optimism in the word "yet," for we believe that poetry can
change the minds of millions.
(From https://www.powerpoetry.org/actions/top-feminist-slam-poems).
Winter
How long will the bed that we made together
hold us there? Your stubbled cheeks grazed my skin
from evening to dawn, a cloud of scattered
particles now, islands of shaving foam
slowly spiraling down the drain, blood drops
stippling the water pink as I kiss
the back of your neck, our faces framed inside
a medicine cabinet mirror. The blade
of your hand carves a portal out of steam,
the two of us like boys behind frosted glass
who wave goodbye while a car shoves off
into winter. All that went unnoticed
till now — empty cups of coffee stacked up
in the sink, the neighborhood kids
up to their necks in mounds of autumn leaves.
How months on a kitchen calendar drop
like frozen flies, the flu season at its peak
followed by a train of magic-markered
xxx’s — nights we’d spend apart. Death must work
that way, a string of long distance calls
that only gets through to the sound of your voice
on our machine, my heart’s mute confession
screened out. How long before we turn away
from flowers altogether, your blind hand
reaching past our bedridden shoulders
to hit that digital alarm at delayed
intervals — till you shut it off completely.